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Volume Six Tw %t&%2c2 P ? ar Number One 



By Everett Earle Stanard, Brownsville, Oregon 

By Alvah Elmer Kellog-g-, Gold Hill, Oregon 


By Frank V. Smith, Portland, Oregon 


By John F. Short, Foster, Oregon 


By Alfred Powers in Forest and Stream 


By John B. Griffin, Kirby, Oregon 


By William L. Finley 








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Editorial Comment: 

Don't Eat Your Seed Potatoes 3 

AVe Are Getting Co-operation 5 

Migratory Bird Treaty Bill 6 

Guarding Game for the Future 7 

Game Breeding Taught at Cornell University 8 

"A Perfect Day" 9 

The Outer to His Pal "Over There" 11 

Oregon Sportsmen's League Meeting 12 

My Hills 15 

Exploits of "Bob" and "King" 16 

The Band-Tailed Pigeon 17 

An ( Tragedy 18 

Clarke's Crow or Nutcracker 24 

An Outing on the Middle Fork of the Willamette 25 

The Gray Wolf of the Cascades 26 

Words of Appreciation 27 

With Rod and Gun on an Oregon River 28 

Beautiful Lake O'Dell 30 

To Teach the Science of Breeding and Preserving Game 33 

Bugle and Trailer in a Battle Royal 34 

Pintail Duckling Posing for Picture 34 

Merry Christmas. Boys 38 

Unique Punishment . 39 

Western Grebe 40 

How to Signal with Gun When in Trouble 41 

Rufous Hummingbird at Nest 42 

Bird Protection as a War Measure 43 

Dandelions 43 

Hunting Season Takes Death Toll 44 

Permits Issued 45 

Waterproofing Tents 45 

Items of Interest to Oregon Sportsmen 46 

The Hunters 49 

In the Field with the Wardens 50 

Chinese or Ringnecked Pheasants Liberated 53 

Violations of Game and Fish Laws 55 

Arrests and Convictions by Counties — X917 56 

Ruffed Grouse Strutting and Showing Ruff of Glossy Black Feathers 

and Fan-Shaped Tail 

The Oregon Sportsman 

Volume Six January, 1918 Number One 

Published by authority of the Oregon Fish and Game Commission from its offices, Oregon 

Building, Fifth and Oak Streets, Portland. Oregon. 

Entered as Second-Class Matter in the Postoffice at Portland, Multnomah County, Oregon. 

Official Publication of the Oregon State Sportsmen's League. 


Carl D. Shoemaker State Game Warden 

Wm. L. Finley State Biologist 

All material for publication should be sent to the Oregon Sportsman, Oregon Building, Fifth 

and Oak Streets, Portland, Oregon. 

Notice to Readers of the Sportsman JjsJj*. ."Stags? " d taStK 

and fishing, protection and propagation of game birds, animals and fish, are solicited. 
We are always glad to rerehe photos that will appeal to sportsmen. The fact that an 
article or photo docs nut appear in the next issue must not he construed to mean that 
ii had been thrown aside. Ii may appear later. 

We especially desire secretaries of sportsmen's organizations throughout the state to 
keep us posted on what their dubs me doing and what is going on in their respective 

Subscribers changing their address should notify us promptly, giving the old address 
as well as the new. 


"More fish and better fishing; more game and 
better hunting; more sport and better sportsman- 
ship. " — Governor James Withycombe. 

* * * 


It is unnecessary to offer this kind of advice 
to any one who raises potatoes, and it would seem 
equally unnecessary to offer similar advice with 
reference to salmon; yet, there are many people 
in this state who do not stop to consider that it is 
necessary to permit salmon to reach the spawning 
beds and deposit their eggs in order that we may 
have a future supply of this splendid food. The 
eggs which are deposited by the female fish are 
the seed which brings forth the future salmon, the 


same as the seed potato is necessary to insure a 
crop the succeeding year. 

Many petitions have been circulated, asking that 
the Fish and Game Commission open what is known 
as the closed season from March 1 to May 1 on the 
rivers of this state. No fishing of any kind for 
commercial purposes is permitted during this 
period. The closed season has been placed on these 
streams in order to insure a future crop, or run, 
of salmon, and is just as necessary to the future of 
this food supply as is the retention of a certain 
quantity of potatoes or a certain quantity of wheat 
to be used as seed for the next crop. 

The salmon is a peculiar fish. It lives only to 
spawn., It migrates to the ocean after being hatched 
in fresh water, and in the fourth year, having ob- 
tained its growth, it proceeds to enter the stream 
from which it went into the ocean and ascend to 
the upper reaches of its parent water, where it 
deposits its spawn and then dies. The two months 
of March and April have been considered, by men 
who have studied the habits of the fish, to be the 
best months for the spring closed season to permit 
this migration. 

Many subtle reasons are advanced why the 
closed season should be suspended this year, chief 
among them being the necessity for fish food to 
take the place of beef and pork. It is contended 
that if the closed season is permitted to remain 
that thousands of these fish, after spawning, die 
and lie on the banks of the rivers, where they de- 
compose and become a menace to the public health. 
This is not literally true. The salmon which reach 
the natural spawning beds do die, and they do float 
down the stream, but they float slowly, work them- 
selves along the shores into the shallow waters, 
where they become the food of the baby salmon 
and other fish which are in the stream. 


It is true that in certain places where there is 
an obstruction in the stream over which the salmon 
are unable to make their way, that small quanti- 
ties die and do collect, and in the process of decom- 
position a stench is noticeable, but these are iso- 
lated cases, and are taken care of promptly and 
vigorously by the Fish and Game Commission. 
These cases are not as aggravated as the public 
has been led to believe. 

The slogan, "Food will win the war/' is a con- 
traction of "Food Conservation will win the war." 
We must not confuse food conservation with food 
destruction. Let us bear this in mind then Avhen 
we hear people advocating a cause Avhich will de- 
stroy rather than conserve our food resources. A 
number of these food destruction campaigns, which 
are being waged now under the guise of food con- 
servation campaigns, are the opening of closed 
seasons on the river on food fish ; the suspension of 
a closed season for wild game animals and wild 
birds; and the suspension of all regulations with 
reference to fishing both for commercial and pleas- 
ure purposes. 

* * * 


It is gratifying to the Fish and Game Commis- 
sion to note the constantly increasing amount of 
co-operation which it is receiving from the people 
of this state., Scarcely a day goes by without a 
number of offers of co-operation on the part of 
people who are interested in good sportsmanship. 

A number of years ago it was hard to interest 
the rank and file of the people in the preservation 
of our game and fish. Today it is easy because the 
public mind has realized that if the people of this 
state are to continue to enjoy the many benefits 


from this source of food and recreation, they must 
actively assist in its protection. 

The Game Department wants to thank the peo- 
ple who have so generously given of their time in 
aiding the cause of game protection. We cannot 
say too much in their behalf. We feel that a great 
deal has been accomplished toward the future sup- 
ply of game and fish by the active co-operation 
which we are receiving. A good sportsman a num- 
ber of years ago hesitated about reporting a viola- 
tion of the game law. Today he either apprehends 
the violator himself, or brings in the information to 
a warden who then makes the arrest. 

The Fish and Game Commission thanks the true 
sportsmen of this state who are looking to the 
future, and who are so earnestly co-operating with 
the Game Department to the end that our fish and 
game may be a perpetual source of food and recrea- 

* * * 


For several years those who have been inter- 
ested in the protection of wild birds have been try- 
ing to get effective laws whereby the federal gov- 
ernment could protect migratory birds. Two or 
three years ago a bill was passed by Congress, 
protecting all its migratory birds. The question as 
to the constitutionality of this law was brought up 
soon after, and the case was taken to the United 
States Supreme Court. This has not yet been 

In the meantime, after this case was taken up, 
a treaty was agreed upon between the United 
States and Canada for the protection of all migra- 
tory birds. This treaty has been ratified by the 


Canadian government, but up to the present time 
it has not been made effective by the passage of 
an enabling act by Congress. 

The Migratory Bird Treaty Bill was passed by 
the Senate, July 30, 1917. Ever since that time it 
has been held up in the House. Those who are 
interested in making effective the federal laws for 
the protection of migratory birds should make 
every effort to try to get the House of Representa- 
tives to pass this enabling act during the present 

* * * 


In some parts of the country the gunners are 
(akiug advantage of the demand to increase the 
food supply by overthrowing present game laws. 
In the eastern part of Massachusetts some of these 
so-called sportsmen are trying to open the spring 
shooting of wild fowl. Similar efforts are being 
made in Xew Jersey. 

Plans have also been started to abolish some of 
the most important federal wild bird reservations. 
One of the best reservations in the eastern part of 
the United States is Big Lake in eastern Arkansas. 
Many of the people in that locality have signed a 
petition, asking that during the duration of the war 
all prohibition of hunting be suspended. In our 
own state, Klamath Lake Reservation and Mal- 
heur Lake Reservation, Avhich are the breeding 
places of untold numbers of wild fowl, are in dan- 
ger of being destroyed by those who want to get 
possession of the surrounding land. 

This is the time when those who are interested 
in the future protection of wild birds and animals 
should be more alert and active than ever before. 




A bill appropriating $15,000 for a game farm at 
Cornell University passed at the last session of the 
New York Legislature. Land has been selected 
and purchased not far from the campus. Courses 
of instruction are being given in the conservation 
of wild life. Lectures and laboratory work will be 
given from February 18 to May 11. The idea is 
to give practical work in game breeding and pre- 
serving for those who wish to take up this line as 
a commercial pursuit. It is thought that by estab- 
lishing a game breeding experiment farm at the 
university, it will prove of great value in increas- 
ing the game supply of the state. 

* * * 

This Avinter has been verv mild and insures a 


good hunting season this fall. 

* * # 

Beware of him who seeks to overthrow in the 
name of patriotism some law or regulation, the 
ultimate object of which is to line his pockets with 
gold ! 

If you have not already done so, it is time to 
buy a can of oil, wipe off the old pole, look over 
your stock of flies and get ready for that day's 
outing on your favorite stream. 

* * * 

Don't forget that the Oregon Sportsmen's 
League is raising a tobacco fund for the boys in 
France. Have you contributed your bit? If not, 
Dr. E. C. MacFarland, President of the Oregon 
Sportsmen's League, of Portland, Oregon, or S. C. 
Bartrum, Secretary of the League, Roseburg, Ore- 
gon, will be glad to receive your contribution. 



[Editor's Note. — The following interesting narrative was received fioni 
an unknown writer. It may have some connection with a recent fishing trip 
of "Red Necktie" Van Duzer, "Walt" Bachus, "Doc" Stolte and I. N. 
Fleischner. ] 

THE sun was trying to shine through some thick clouds as we left 
the station last Saturday morning on one of our weekly winter 
fishing trips. We were all there with our baggage, and tools of 
the 'craft, as reports had come in that the conditions were ideal. We 
had swallowed this sort of bait before many times with indifferent 
success, but we were just as hopeful this time as we had been before. 
A fisherman must always be hopeful and wear the badge of optimism; 
that is part of his religion. 

The start was clearly propitious; the sun was shining; the weather 
man stated "Fair today and tomorrow," and the reports we carried in 
our pockets — "Conditions fine, now's the time for the steelheads, " 
were encouraging to the quartette. 

We were a merry crowd, and, having traveled over the Nehalem 
route many times, forgot to look at the wonderful landscapes which 
were continuously in view. We told the usual stories, some grown gray 
in the service, and some new — real bright new ones out of the Bible. 
Thus time whirled on as the train labored laboriously over the moun- 
tains, entirely too slow for this anxious little crowd. So much en- 
grossed were we with the work before us that we did not notice the 
long freight trains loaded with aeroplane material which we passed at 
several spurs. Lunch over, and, by the way, this is always an import- 
ant event and part of the trip, we sat with our eyes glued to the win- 
dows watching for the river in order to find out if the conditions were 
really what they had been reported. Sometimes these reports are 


false, and sometimes they change over night. Slowly the big and 
rushing river came into view, and our hearts palpitated, for all depended 
on the height and color. "The color is fine/' said the enthusiast; "a 
little too yellow," said the pessimist; "a little too much water, I am 
afraid," said number three, but all agreed that it was worth trying 
because we were there. Fishermen are peculiar fellows and often 
superstitious. We talked about the color for fully an hour, and finally 
persuaded ourselves that it was getting better and clearer as we 
approached the end of our journey. To be truthful, the color of the 
water was a little yellow, but we could not see it that way. 

Arriving at our station in the afternoon on time, we went to our 
farm house and prepared ourselves hurriedly for a try at the fighting 
steelhead. The weather was clear and mild, and all augured well for 
a successful catch. 

Our first try was at Cook Creek, a place that has never failed us, 
and where we were sure many a fifteen pounder was waiting for some 
juicy bait. We cast, and cast, and cast, and nary a strike except on 
an ugly rock which took from us some fine new hooks, hand made and 
highly recommended. Suddenly old reliable "Doc." sent forth his 
favorite cry — "I've got him!" and the fignt was on! 

Down, down the rushing and gurgling stream went the big silvery 
steelhead, and out goes the line, the reel singing a lively tune, in fact, 
too lively to be comfortable; suddenly there was a check and the big 
fellow came back slowly; out he went again, and into the air, and 
when he struck the water there was a sound like a shot from a big gun, 
but he recovered quickly and darted down the stream again, but this 
time not quite so far. Slowly he came back, and when we thought he 
was quite near the bank and ready to land, with a sudden jerk he 
rushed away again, this time also stopping a little closer in. It took 
"Doc." just thirty-one minutes, to be exact, to land that splendid 
specimen of the steelhead family, and I tell you he looked beautiful as 
he lay on the bed of rocks with the sunlight streaming over his silvery 
scales. There were others hooked that afternoon, just like this fellow, 
but they were not so beautiful to us, because they got away. There 
was one, however, who played "Doc." a nasty piece of camouflage — he 
took the hook beautifully and sailed away like a true sport, never 
stopping until "Doc's" line was all out, even to the end of the 
"filler," when he halted and mad£ a sudden dash across the stream, 
taking "Doc." for some distance with him. After many struggles he 
finally responded to the check and came slowly back, but tugging and 
struggling on the way; another dash down the stream, and another check, 
thus they kept up the combat, "Doc." and the fish, for some time, 
until the fish became exhausted and allowed "Doc." to bring him in. 
Imagine the indignation when our joyful eye caught a glimpse of him — 
a fifteen pound ' ' chub ' ' ! but he was a fighter and he deserved his 

When we returned to the farm house, saturated with good old- 
fashioned "Webfoot" mist, we hung our fish in the woodshed high up 
in the air away from the hungry cats, and then went in to dry and 

Around the red hot stove sat a couple of cruisers, whose acquaint- 
ance we soon made, and whom we found to be two interesting and 
muchly traveled woodsmen. 

There was to be a change in the tenancy of the place, but the old 
family had not yet moved out, notwithstanding the new family had 
moved in, therefore, we had two hosts, two hostesses, five children and 
three dogs. All participated in a hearty welcome, and congratulated us 
on our catch. 


The dinner was not a brilliant success, but our donation of a couple 
of "city" chops saved the day. The landladies in explanation of the 
scanty meal said they were i ' Hooverizing, ' ' — rather a neat way to 
cover their delinquencies. 

After dinner the cruisers and the fishermen, and the entire mem- 
bership of the two families, sat around the stove talking ' ' shop, ' ' and 
I am in duty bound to say that the fisherman met his equal in the 

Lying on my soft bed in that cold little upstairs room 'neath the 
roof, listening to the patter of the rain and watching the cobwebs on 
the rafters, and wondering whether any would fall during the night, 1 
soon fell asleep to the popular strain of "The End of a Perfect Day." 


By W. Livingston Larned, in Outer's Book 

Jim, you are off with your rifle, 

Hunting a new sort of game! 
Stalkin' for men is th' trifle; 

•Gunning for Glory and Fame. 
Luck to you, Jim, on your mission: 

True to your trust an' the flag. 
Bring back th' goods, we are wishin'; 

Fill up with medals your bag. 
(But, as I sit here this evening, 

Smoking my pipe in th' shack, 
Gee' but your old pal is lonely! 
Gee, but I'm wantin' you only! 

Wish to gol darn you was back!) 

Jim, you are overseas, yonder, 

Camped in a new sort of way. 
Mebbe, while at it, you ponder — 

Think of ME, Jim, and To-day. 
This time of year we went scouting, 

Up in the hills and the sky. 
Off on a primitive outing. 

Sweetened with bacon we'd fry. 
(Here I am — up in the mountains; 

Here I am, Jim, in the shack. 
Campfire burns red, and I'm thinking, 
Ah! those Camp toasts we were drinking! 

Wish to gol darn you was back.) 

Jim, the old trails are as gleaming, 

Game just as thick as before. 
Fish in th' deep streams are teeming, 

Deer tracks are thick on th' shore! 
Dogs just as eager at morning, 

Woods just as sweet as they were. 
Only ME, Jimmy, forlorn-ing, 

Heart-sick and throat like a burr. 
(Always, at night-time, I see you, 

Laughing there, shinin' your gun. 
Gee! But th' shack is some lonely, 
Gee, but I'm wantin' you only; 

HURRY BACK . . . when it's all done-) 



Fifth Annual Meeting Held in Portland in December 
— Important Resolutions Adopted 

Tof enthusiasm and genuine work accomplished than any previous 
held in Portland, December 9 and 10, was more successful in point 
HE fifth annual meeting of the Oregon State Sportsmen's League, 
meeting of this representative sportsmen 's organization. 

The first day of the League meeting was devoted to pleasure. Dur- 
ing the day the delegates in attendance were the guests of the Portland 
Gun Club at their club grounds at Jenne Station, where they were roy- 
ally entertained by the members of the club and kindred organizations 
of Portland. Trap-shooting and fly-casting contests, and a sportsmen's 
lunch were among the special features of the entertainment enjoyed by 
the visitors. 

Despite the disagreeable weather, some excellent shooting was wit- 
nessed. Abner Blair, one of the club's veteran shots, crackd 50 straight 
in the class shooting event and in the special added bird handicap, he 
registered 48, giving him' a total of 98 for the day. W. C. Bristol did 
some remarkable shooting with a 20-gauge gun, cracking 37 out of 50 in 
one event and 39 out of 50 in another. C. B. Preston surprised the gun 
club members with a score of 48 out of 50 in the added bird handicap. 
Shootoffs were necessary in all events on account of ties. 

The prize winners: 

Class A — Abner Blair, first; Mark Siddall, second; Charles Leith, 

Class B— E. H. Riches, first; W. E. Carlon, second; Dr. C. F. Cathey, 

Class ,C — A. B. Weatherford, first; C. B. Preston, second; W. G. 
Fortman, third; W. C. Bristol, fourth. 

Special Handicap — Wilford Allen, Bristol trophy, first; Ada Schill- 
ing, F. Friedlander trophy, second. 

Anglers' Event — J. Myers, first; E. C. Winter, second; J. T. Dren- 
nen, third; J. Madden, fourth; W. C. Block, consolation prize. 

The casting events were very interesting. Dr. E. C. McFarland 
won one first and two second places. J. C. Myers won a first and a 
third and Walter Backus also won a first and a third. 

The affair was handled by H. E. Everding, A. K. Downs, W. F. 
Backus and Dr. E. C. McFarland. 

The Denny fund realized $24 from the class shooting event. 

The results: 


Class A J. W. Seavey 44 

50 Targets E. H. Keller 43 

Abner Blair 50 Walt McCormack 43' 

Mark Siddall' '. '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'/.'.'. '.'.'. 48 £• B - Doedle 42 

Charles Leith 48 Dr. O. D. Thornton 41 

H. H. Eicklefsen 48 J- P. Bull 40 

C. J. Schilling 48 Class B 

Frank M. Troeh 47 E. H. Eiches 47 

J. E. Eeid 46 W. E. Carlon 45 

C. G. Dodele 46 Dr.« C. F. Cathey 45 

H. E. Everding 45 H. F. Winlon 44 

P. J. Holohan 45 Al Seguin 44 

E. G. Hawman 44 J. C. Morris 43 



E. M. Standisli 43 

J. W. Lewis 43 

Ada Schilling 41 

H. H. Veatch. 41 

T. J. Mahoney , 41 

Gladys Eeid 40 

A. K. Downs 39 

Wilf ord Allen 39 

A. Woelm 35 

A. L. Zachrisson 34 

J. Madden 34 

E. W. Bartlett 32 

Class C 

A. B. Weatherf ord 41 

C. B. Preston 40 

W. G. Fortman 40 

W. C. Bristol (20 gauge) 37 

Mrs. E. E. Young 34 

Mrs. C. Eeason 33 

F. Waespe 32 

F. O. Joy 31 

Dr. J. S. Harkins 31 

F. Friedlander 30 

F. Kunkel 29 

P. Kitzmiller 27 

George Bertz 24 

Special Handicap Event 

— 50 Targets — 
Handicap. Total. 

Wilf ord Allen 9 50 

Ada Schilling 7 50 

J. W. Seavey 4 50 

W. C. Bristol (20 gauge). 11 50 

C. B. Preston 8 50 

Walt McCormack 5 50 

Frank M. Troeh 1 50 

J. C. Morris 5 49 

Al Seguin 4 49 

A. Blair 48 

H. E. Everding 3 48 

E, M. Standish 5 48 

A. K. Downs 9 47 

*C. J. Schilling 46 

*P. J. Holohan 46 

Charles Leith 45 

E. H. Eiches 1 45 

E. G. Hawman 4 43 

T. J. Mahoney 7 43 

E. W. Bartlett 16 43 

Anglers' Shooting Event 

50 Targets. 

J. Myers 39 

E. C. Winter 39 

J. T. Drennen . . .> 33 

L. L. Langley 33 

W. J. Gearin 31 

W. E. Kaser 30 

E. C. McFarland 29 

G. E. Millington 28 

W. P. Kaiser 27 

W. L. Kinzer 25 

W. M. Umbdenstock 24 

G. C. Howarth 24 

E. J. Wallace 23 

J. McClelland 20 

W. F. Backus 14 

W. C. Block 1 


Results of Casting Events 

One half ounce distance bait castings — Dr. E. C. McFarland, 157 
feet; W. C. Block, 131 feet; J. C. Myers, 115 feet. 

One half ounce accuracy bait — J. C. Myers, 44 demerits; Dr. E. C. 
McFarland, 20 demerits; W. F. Backus, 36 demerits. 

- Accuracy fly — W. F. Backus, 12 demerits; Dr. E. C. McFarland, 14 
demerits; W. E. Carson, 14 demerits. 

The business sessions of the League were held at the Imperial Hotel 
with representative sportsmen present from a large number of the rod 
and gun clubs of the state, and occupied the entire day. 

Many important resolutions were adopted at the business sessions 
which have for their purpose the betterment of game and fish condi- 
tions throughout the state. 

That the war has decreased interest in fishing and hunting was 
evidenced from State Game Warden Carl D. Shoemaker's report of the 
license money received during the last three years. In 1915 $111,000 
was spent for licenses. The commission received $96,000 in 1916 from 
the sale of licenses, while this year only $90,000 was spent for fishing 
and hunting permits, a falling off of $21,000 since 1915. 

State Game Warden Shoemaker read his report on the expenditures 


of the hatchery fund, which showed the state spent $29,784 for the 
propagation of trout in 1917, against $29,430 in 1916. 

The salaries of the State Game Warden's force showed a decrease 
of more than $12,000 for 1917. The 1916 salary list totaled $31,122, 
against $18,962 for 1917. The expenses of the Game Warden's office 
for 1916 were $12,102, while the expenses for 1917 totaled $10,690, a 
decrease of $1412. 

A resolution was adopted recommending that the China pheasant 
season be closed for two years. The China pheasant shooters of Uma- 
tilla County will be able to enjoy a ten-day shoot each year if a resolu- 
tion adopted, recommending its passage, is acted favorably upon by the 
next Legislature. 

A motion was made by A. B. Weatherford, of Albany, on behalf of 
the Albany Gun Club, recommending a bag limit of five, male or 
female, China pheasants in seven days. The motion was lost. 

The league decided to recommend that the deer season in district 
No. 1, which comprises Western Oregon, open September 1, and close 
October 31. 

A resolution recommending that the law covering salmon egg fish- 
ing on the Willamette Eiver south of Independence, be repealed, was 
adopted. This section is the only one in the state which is prohibited 
from using salmon eggs and the league voted to ask the next Legisla- 
ture to strike out this part of the act and make it uniform throughout 
the state. 

Carl D. Shoemaker, state game warden, in discussing the condition 
of the patrol service of his force, said that it was a serious task to keep 
competent deputies in the service at a salary of $3 a day, which is all 
the Legislature has allowed. A motion was made recommending that 
the salary be raised to $5 a day. 

A. B. Weatherford, of Albany, made a motion recommending a 
county administration of game fund collections and expenditures. This 
would take the matter out of the State Game Commission's hands and 
each county would be forced to propagate and distribute its own fish 
and game. The motion did not carry. 

The work of the Hoover adherents was seen in a resolution adopted 
that no millable wheat or wheat that could be exported be used for 
duck feed. 

It was recommended in a resolution adopted that all important 
changes in the present fish and game laws recommended by clubs must 
be made by an authorized representative of the club in writing. 

A committee of three was appointed to conduct a campaign against 
the referendum invoked by the commercial fishermen against the net 
fishing law in the Willamette and Rogue rivers which was passed at 
the last Legislature. 

A resolution was presented and adopted asking that a committee of 
three be appointed to report on the finances and expenditures of the 
State Game Warden's office for the past season. 

Every rod and gun club in the State of Oregon will donate money 
from its treasury toward a tobacco fund for boys in the United States 
Forestry Division, according to a resolution carried at the meeting. 

Owing to war conditions and the fact that the state game fund is 
depleted, a resolution was adopted urging all club members to co-operate 
in every possible way to assist the State Game Warden's office in a 
strict enforcement of the game laws. 

R. E. Clanton, master fish warden, said that the hatcheries turned 
out 9,000,000 game fish in 1917, including steelheads and trout. Owing 
to the enlistment of a number of employes of the fish hatcheries Mr. 


Clanton said he was finding it a hard task to maintain the high effi- 
ciency for which his staff has always been noted. 

The officers of the league, Dr. E. C. McFarland, president; W. N. 
Matlock, Pendleton, first vice-president; Dr. J. G. Gill, Lebanon, sec- 
ond vice-president, and S. A. Bartrum, secretary-treasurer, were unan- 
imously re-elected. 

Following the close of the business session, more than 300 sports- 
men and their friends engaged in a sumptuous grilled venison dinner in 
the main dining room of the Chamber of Commerce. 

Dr. E. C. McFarland was toastmaster. After patriotic remarks by 
Governor Withycombe and Mayor George L. Baker, W. L. Finley, state 
biologist, showed five reels of the state 's moving pictures illustrating 
some interesting and educational views of angling in the Eogue and 
Umpqua Rivers; Upper Klamath Lakes and Willamette Falls. Flocks of 
wild geese dotting the islands in the Upper Columbia River, as well as 
many other interesting views of wild game in different parts of the 
state, were exhibited. 

Lew Hubbard's real jazz band provided music and other diversions 
during the banquet. 


By Gertrude K. Lambert, in Sports Afield 

Far off at the head of the valley 

My hills, wrapped in purple sheen, 
Stand guarding in solemn silence 

The forests and fields between. 
Graceful and bold in outline 

Traced on the eastern sky, 
Unheeding through storm and sunshine 

As the changing years go by. 

I watch them at early morning 

On a background of shining dawn, 
With drapery of mist adorning, 

That fades as the day comes on; 
I watch them when noon-days strengthen 

Their grandeur in glory of light; 
I watch them when shadows lengthen 

And drown them in shades of night. 

At their feet Life's human endeavor 

Drifts by with its ebb and flow, 
Yet they stand, in their strength forever 

As the seasons come and go. 
And I say to my heart, "Be ye cheerful 

And await what the Maker wills, 
Ever calm, serene and unfearful, 

As stand, through the ages, my hills. ' ' 


The person who subscribed to The Oregon Sportsman io ne sent 
to 37 West Park Street, Albion, New York, to call at the office of 
the Fish and Game Commission, Oregon Building, Fifth and Oak 
Streets, at once. 




Famous Bear Dogs — Miss Esther Howard, who Killed Large Cougar Treed 

by These Dogs 

By Everett Earle Stanard^ Brownsville, Oregon 

KING" and "Bob" are the intrepid leaders of a pack of varmint- 
dogs belonging to a physician and sportsman who lives in the 
Willamette Valley, Oregon, in a little village just a few miles 
from the bear, coyote, cougar and wild cat country of the Cascade Moun- 
tains. These two dogs probably have more predatory animals and var- 
mints to their credit than any other hounds in the whole Pacific North- 
west. They have hunted up and down the wild Cascade ranges and in 
the thickly wooded coastal mountains. In fact there is not a bit of 
game country in Oregon where they have not trailed and fought with 
wonderful success. Their owner has: collected many a dollar in bounties 
on the coyotes, wolves, bobcats and bears that these trailing and fight- 
ing dogs have brought to bay, engaged and heldj until the hunters could 
come up. The exploits of King and Bob are well worth recounting. 

In a mid-winter hunt of one week's duration, these dogs, aided by 
a pup, "Trailer, " brought to bay or treed a total of sixteen bobcats, 
and by way of good measure captured two full-grown coyotes. The 
snow was deep in the mountains' and the boys who were in charge of 
the dogs say that the hunt was the most thrilling of any in which they 
have engaged. Some of the cats were large and fierce, and showed so 
much fight that the hounds were often in considerable danger. This 
hunt was one of the few in which King and Bob have escaped unscathed. 

Another lucky hunt occurred in September, 1917, when the dogs suc- 
cessfully surrounded and held at bay a cougar that could easily 
have torn the two fighters to bits. But King and Bob are sire and son 
and fight shoulder to shoulder. In this instance, the great puma did 
not know which one of the dogs to attack, and so it finally took to a 
tree. Then sixteen-year-old Esther Howard, a daughter of Dr. E. W. 
Howard, who owns the courageous and belligerent hounds, rode up on 


her pony and shot the creature through the heart. This occurred in the 
wild Alsea country in the Coast Bange Mountains in Oregon. 

But the dogs have not always been so lucky in escaping injury. 
Although they know well the dangers of combat, these wise and fear- 
less leaders nave, when attacked by bear or cats, led the pack in many 
a desperate encounter. On a hunt near Alpine, Oregon, an infuriated 
black bruin suddenly turned on the pack and seized one of the dogs. 
Bob immediately went to the poor hound's rescue, but Mr. Bear hastily 
pitched the first dog over a cliff, then seized Bob with the intention of 
hurling him over the precipice also. But old King had to be reckoned 
with before the bear could complete his work. That brave and sagacious 
animal sank his teeth in the bear's flank, then side-stepped and jumped 
away just in time to avoid a big swinging paw. In the excitement Bob 
wriggled loose from the creature's grasp, and so was saved from a hor- 
rible death. Thereafter he kept well out of reach of the bear's clutches 
and when the hunters came up bruin was speedily dispatched. 

But Bob has fully repaid his debt to King for saving his life. In 
one of the most furious and thrilling encounters with black bear, the 
first named animal by a desperate and instant attack saved his sire 
from being torn limb from limb. As it was, King suffered from such 
rough handling that four of his ribs were broken, a big hole ripped in 
his side and his face badly crushed. This occurred in November, 1917, 
in the mountains on the Calapooia Eiver, a tributary of the Willamette. 
Mr. Howard had received word that a number of huge bear had been 
sighted upon this stream in the vast, wild region known as "Grass Moun- 
tain." Accordingly, Mr. Howard and two other hunters at once started 
out with the pack for the country designated. The hunters had no 
sooner reached the place than King and Bob took a hot trail through 
the bear country. The hunters followed as best they could through the 
thick timber. After a three hours' chase the dogs brought a fierce black 
bear to bay. Mr. Williams, one of the hunters, came up and seeing that 
the animal was about to attack the pack, he fired and crippled the crea- 
ture. Hereupon, bruin charged the dogs and in the general scramble 
succeeded in catching King. He had grabbed the old dog by the muzzle 
in his teeth and it looked as though there was no possible show for the 
hound. But Bob was not going to stand idly by and see Jiis sire torn into 
bits. He plunged into the fight and sank his teeth in the bear's hind- 
quarters, then tried to sidestep and avoid the swinging blow of his great 
antagonist. But Bob had hung on just a moment too long, and although 
the main force of the blow passed on over him, the dog received a bad 
gash in the face and had several teeth knocked out. But the bear had 
dropped Kinc whimpering and well-nigh dead. This turn of affairs 
gave Mr. Williams another opportunity to shoot, and the beast being 
struck in a vital spot, rolled over dead. 


By William L. Finley 

THE most striking example of the disappearance of a species in 
American natural history is that of the Passenger Pigeon. The 
Band-tailed Pigeon of the West might have followed in the path 
of the eastern bird within a few vears, had our people not been aroused 
to its necessity for protection. The enactment of the Federal law for 
the protection of migratory birds in 1913 was the most important step 
ever taken in saving this as well as other species of American birds. 
Under the provisions of this act, the Band-tailed Pigeon has been re- 


moved entirely from the list of game birds that can be killed until 
September 1, 1918. 

The Band-tailed Pigeon, often called Wild Pigeon, is sometimes mis- 
taken for the Passenger Pigeon. It ranges up and down the Pacific 
Coast with an occasional record as far east as Colorado and Western 
Texas. The habit of the pigeon collecting in large bands in certain 
seasons has made it possible in the past for hunters to kill enormous 
numbers. This, coupled with the fact that the bird does not reproduce 
itself rapidly, usually laying but a single egg, is sufficient reason why 
it can be exterminated readily. 

Twenty-five or thirty years ago, men made a business of netting 
Band-tailed Pigeons in the Willamette Valley, Oregon, for the market. 
Mr. O. G. Dalaba of Corvallis, Oregon, says that he caught a great many 
in the coast hills in the early nineties. He says he got twenty-five 
dozen birds at one spring of the net at Eddyville, and many others got 
away. At that time, they were shipped to Portland and San Francisco 
by way of steamers from 1 Yaquina Bay. He shipped as many as eighty 
dozen at a time. The birds were accustomed to collect around mineral 
springs or at watering places at certain seasons of the year. 

During the winter of 1911 and 1912, Mr. W. Lee Chambers reported 
an immense .flight of Band-tailed Pigeons from Paso Kobles south to 
Nordhoff all through the coast mountains. Great numbers of the birds 
were) killed and shipped to San Francisco and Los Angeles. One hunter 
shipped over two thousand birds. A great many hunters from all through 
Southern California turned out daily to shoot pigeons. This was a good 
example of certain time and place where perhaps a large portion of the 
existing numbers of pigeons collect together and stay about in one 
locality until they are practically destroyed. It would take very few 
occurrences like this to exterminate the species. 


By Alvah Elmer Kellogg, Gold Hill, Oregon 

ONE winter day in the wooded wilds of the Umpqua Mountains in 
Southern Oregon, John Burch, a government hunter, was plodding 
his weary way over a new fall of snow, on a tour of inspection 
over his district. His legs were encased in waterproof leggins, laced 
above the knees, and shoes of the timbermen type; about his gaunt frame 
hung a' short leather jacket lined with felt. Plainly, he had paid but 
little attention to his attire, except for comfort. He carried a late- 
modeled Winchester rifle strapped over his shoulder, his field glasses 
hung in a leather case by his side. 

Chained to the hunter's waist was Bruce, an old hound that had 
been his boon companion for five years. The dog was sired by a blood- 
hound, imported by his master from old Kentucky. His dam was a 
black and tan hound, who had lost her life in a battle with the crafty 
panther in these very mountains. All during his career old Bruce had 
led a charmed life. His puppyhood comrades had all fallen on the trail, 
the victim of their foe. The old hero had survived them all. He was 
of a lank frame, sense wonderfully developed, of great strength and 
endurance. He knew but one master; his comrades feared and respected 
his superior authority. Keen on the trail, swift on foot, and valorous, 
the old fighter had never met defeat; every child was his friend and 

Chained to the old hound were four young dogs of the same breed. 


The hunter called them his "pups." Since waddling puppies the 
youngsters had, been under the artful tutorship of old Bruce. They had 
oft times been on the trail and in the din of battle, being well versed 
in the art of the old master. The hounds were all uneasy, clamoring 
for the fray. The hunter and his faithful dogs had been very success- 
ful in ridding the range of the presence of their foe. It had been a 
fortnight since the pack had had the sport of chasing the panther to 
his lair. 

It was some task for the hunter to keep pace as his feet followed 
the chained animals as they forged ahead in the unbroken path. Sud- 
denly they emerged from the deep recesses of the dense forest, into a 
large clearing which had been made by a forest fire. The view from 
the opening was high upon the mountain side, far above their return 
route to camp. The hoary evergreen forest, fringed with the lingering 
morning mist, greeted the eye of the hunter to the vanishing point in 
the far-reaching uplands. 

The sunshine glistened brightly upon the snow, and with the brisk 
walking it had splashed the lean cheek of the hunter with a lustrous 
pink. Halting, he removed his fur cap from his head; his unkempt 
brown hair hung crinkly and moistly on the edge of his forehead. Of a 
medium size and erect figure, vitality merrily rippled in his blue, con- 
tented eyes. 

Kemoving his powerful field glasses from their case he placed them 
to his eyes, sweeping his vision over the vast mountain slope. While 
surveying his surroundings, he was interrupted by the whining of old 
Bruce. Lowering the glasses he turned to the old dog, which continued 
his whining, with his entire body in a tremor while he sniffed the balmy 
air and cast his gaze toward their rear. ' l Well, old timer, what is your 
trouble now?" remarked the hunter as he raised the glasses to continue 
the survey of the mountains. The hunter was well aware that the old 
dog with his keen scent or ear had detected the presence of some 
animal. Lowering the glasses, he returned them to the case dangling 
at his side, then moving a few paces back, sat down upon a log at the 
edge of the clearing. He bade the dogs "lie down," which command 
they obeyed by crouching down on the snow, then quietness for a few 
moments reigned over the animated scene in the mountain wilderness. 
Hark! Faintly; then harsher came the sound of the deep howl of the 
timber wolf, far to their rear. Instantly, the young dogs detected the 
distant call as it clearly wafted over the vast stillness. Springing 
quickly to their feet, joined by old Bruce, the dogs crowded around 
their master, whining for their freedom to begin the chase. 

"Timber wolves! Dern their pesky hides! It's the first time this 
winter I've heard that familiar beckon in this neck of the woods. 
Lordy! she's been some storm; it's driving them' down from above," 
remarked the hunter, gesturing to his dogs as he slowly arose to his 
feet from the seat on the snow-covered log. "Move on, old timer," 
commanded the hunter, addressing old Bruce, as he pointed to the west- 
ern slope with his staff which he had cut by the wayside early in the 
journey. The old dog tightened his chain and led the way as directed. 

The hunter had been in these mountains for the past three years 
as government hunter, and for sixteen years before as a homesteader 
and hunter, and knew well all the haunts and habits of the game and 
animals. He had established his camp and headquarters at Willow 
Flat, a few miles to the south down the muontain side, and was situ- 
ated at the junction of two neighboring streams, which headed far above 
in the summit of the divide. It was the terminal of the wagon road 
leading from the valley below, and was only accessible with vehicles 


during the summer season. The camp was the key to all that immense 
territory, and was the distributing point for the hunter, game warden, 
and all who visited this wonderful game preserve. 

The hunter had served with distinction in the late Spanish war, 
with the Second Oregon, as corporal, in the Phillipines. After the war 
and his discharge from the army he located on and acquired under the 
soldier's homestead act, a claim situated near his present camp. The 
claim was covered with a valuable growth of Oregon fir, and like most 
of the homesteaders, attracted by the fancy prices offered for standing 
timber, the hunter sold his tract to non-resident timber purchasers. 
These timber barons are now holding their valuable assets until the 
time comes when the iron horse will transport this timber to the valleys 
below, then on to the markets of the world. A decade before many 
hundreds of the claim holders covered this large region; it was now 
unmarked by habitation, destitute of human beings, save and except- 
ing this lonely government hunter. 

This" far-reaching woodland had reverted to the noblemen of the 
forest — the deer and elk. The wild animals, as tenants, for ages past 
had roamed over these grass and rill covered uplands. Nature, a 
mother kind to all, who so bountifully provided this pasture for the 
game, also made it the happy hunting ground of the Eedman, timber 
wolf and panther, and these aboriginals of the woods, with their crude 
and cunning mode of capture, were unable to reduce the number of 
these prolific herds. 

These lofty Umpqua mountains extend across the southern part of 
the state, a distance of one hundred miles, and are the connecting chains 
of mountains which run east and west between the Cascades on the 
east and the Coast Eange on the west. The gentle slopes of the Ump- 
quas extend a distance of from twenty to thirty miles on the south to 
the Eogue Eiver Valley, and on the north to the Umpqua Valley. The 
Umpqua and Cascade mountains are the source of the waters which 
feed the streams in the valleys below. The home of the sportive trout, 
the little rill and the mighty mountain torrent flowing from these lofty 
peaks form the two snow-fed rivers, the Eogue and Umpqua, which 
glide onward to the Pacific. 

The deer in these mountains are increasing rapidly in number. Hun- 
dreds are killed annually by the hunter in the open season, under the 
regulation of the State Game Commission. The elk, but few remain; 
in former years) the gun of the skin hunter, assisted by the timber wolf 
and panther, nearly exterminated this noble game animal. The state, 
assisted by the government, came to the rescue of the fast disappearing 
elk and saved the remnant of the former herds in these mountains. 
But, almost too late, so few were left when the slaughter was stopped 
that the number could be counted on the fingers of the hands, but since 
protected from the gun of the hunter they are slowly increasing in 
number from that small herd. The game wardens of the state patrol this 
preserve for the poacher during the accessible season, while the govern- 
ment employs the special hunter throughout the year to capture the 
predatory animals that prey upon his wards. 

The hunter, a person of considerable education, student of nature, 
and writer, was born forty years before in an adjoining county. A son 
of the hardy pioneer, he grew to manhood with the instinct of the 
hardy race, who built an empire in the golden west. The wilds of the 
mountains, the gun, the horse and dog, were the lords of his fancies. 
When on the trail, his eye and ear was ever on the alert; instinct 
seemed to guide the hunter through the dense and tangled forest. Pos- 
sessed of an iron muscle, great power of endurance, he was master of all 


the arts of woodcraft; and one of the most skillful riflemen in the 

Hunting and trailing the mountain lion, in his home and adjoining 
states with his pack of trained hounds, the hunter became the hero of 
many a chase and capture. The hunter, his dogs and their trophies, 
were starred in the films; his pen was famous for his magazine stories. 
The government, attracted by his success, employed him as a special 
hunter to destroy the enemy of the game and stationed him in these 
mountains. And Uncle Sam doled out regular rations for the hunter 
and his dogs and horses, also furnished all the ingenious contrivances 
known to man for the capture of the foe of the game, while the hunter's 
wife and four small children resided in one of the valley towns at the 
foot of the mountain slope. The mother and children annually joined 
the hunter in his haunts, during the summer months. The hunter usually 
made regular trips to the nearest settlement in the valley below for sup- 
plies, a distance of twenty miles, and with each trip out he mailed to 
his publishers an installment of his serial, "The Waif of the Ump- 
quas. ' ' 

The shades of the closing day were covering the dreary mountain 
slope. For several miles on their path towards camp the hunter and his 
dogs were frequently interrupted by the near approach of the wolves 
in their rear. At every outbreak of the deep note of the wolves the 
young fighters would halt and attempt to retrace their steps to meet and 
challenge their enemy, and it was with some difficulty that the quartet 
were induced to proceed. With an occasional thrust of the staff, or a 
kick from the hunter's foot, accompanied by his harsh command, the 
unruly fellows sullenly went onward. 

The timber wolf, ranging regularly through the year in this section 
in former times, was very destructive to the cattle upon this summer 
range; many of them were killed annually by the wolves. The cattle- 
men, with the assistance of the hunter and trapper, waged a war of 
extermination upon the wolf. The wolves now visiting this section of 
the mountains range far to the east in the Cascades. It only makes its 
appearance in this section when the heavy, snow fall drives the deer 
down from the summits and the distant Cascade Mountains; it follows 
the deer down and ranges back with them as the snow line recedes. 

During the summer months these wolves prey upon the breeding 
does in the thickets; they follow the mother to her foundling and capture 
the fawn. The wolf's favorite method of foraging is to range with the 
panther in the vicinity of the licks and watering places of the deer. 
After the panther makes a capture from aloft, the wolf drives the 
victor from its spoils, and devours the carcass of the deer. The deer in 
the early spring season range on the southerly high peaks of the moun- 
tains, where the snow first disappears, while the snow on the north 
slope remains at a great depth, and with the early spring freezing and 
thrawing, causes a crust to form on the top of these immense snow 
beds. The wolves by an organized system drives the deer from their 
hiding places in the adjoining thickets out upon the crust-covered snow. 
The crust breaks with the deer, making it a helpless victim of the pur- 
suers. The wolves creep out in pursuit of the deer on top of the crust, 
pounce upon the struggling animal in the snow pit, and begin eating the 
poor victim while still alive. 

This timber wolf is of a dirty, grizzly color during the summer 
season, and as winter appears its coat turns nearly white. Its average 
weight at maturity is usually over a hundred pounds. It is possessed 
with an extra large and broad head, with powerful jaws, crushing the 
bones of its victim and swallowing them with a gulp. It is not very 


ferocious, due to the plentifulness of game; they do not as a rule attack 
a human being. On account of the constant warfare waged against 
this wolf by the hunter and trapper, it will not unheedingly expose 
itself, but it is not a coward by any means. It is brave when occasion 
demands it; when necessary to gain its point. Instances are of record 
in these mountains when the wolf has risked and lost its life to save a 
wounded mate from the assault of either man or beast. 

The hunter and dogs, marching in single file down the mountain 
slope, arrived on the old government trail, which leads past the door 
of the hunter's cabin. This deep-trod landmark was constructed by 
the government while conducting military expeditions in these moun- 
tains before the country was settled, — in the days of the Eedman. The 
old trail extended over the mountains through Goulway Gap, the low- 
est pass in the summits, and- in the time before the advent of the 
vehicle, it was the only thoroughfare between the distant valleys for 
the traveler journeying up and down the Pacific Coast. 

The long and tiresome tramp during the day over the hampered 
path in the snowbound mountains had sharpened the appetite of the 
hungry hunter. His only subsistence during the day had been his 
morning meal at dawn, excepting an occasional handful of snow from 
the pathway to quench his thirst. It was a feeling of relief that the 
hunter experienced as he stepped into the old familiar highway, and 
with visions ofi an unobstructed trail to the journey's end and the 
comforts of the cabin home it impelled him to urge the dogs to quicken 
their pace. 

Striding down the trail at a point where the timber grew thinner, 
again the hunter and his companions were disturbed by their pursurers. 
The deafening howl came from a short distance away — to their right 
above the trail, in a clump of young firs. At the sound of the alarm 
the young dogs with a sniff and yelp bounded toward the thicket, 
dragging old Bruce and casting the hunter down into the snow. 
"L-o-o-rdy! L-o-o-rdy! " loudly exclaimed the chattering hunter, as he 
regained his feet and shook the snow from his person. ' ' Git out, you 
pups!" again screamed the angry hunter, as he swung his arms and 
staff over his head. "Beat it! Blow!" he commanded the dogs, as he 
thrust at them with his staff, and with a warning growl from old 
Bruce the young hounds retreated down the pathway, with the hunter 
and old Bruce in the rear. 

In a short time the hunter and his companions arrived at a point 
on the trail where the fir timber grew thicker, the underbrush having 
disappeared, and again they were abruptly interrupted by the howl of 
the wolf sounding down the trail, directly in their front. "Dern yer! 
I'll bet fifteen cents I'll puncture your pesky hide for this," angerly 
muttered the hunter as he halted, dropping hisj staff in the snow, and 
by a rapid change ducked over, slipping the strap that supported the 
gun over his head and shoulders, and the gun was ready for service. 
Just then the young dogs set up a yelp, again defying the authority of 
their master by attempting to bolt down the trail. "Lie down, you 
pups! Dern yer, can't you keep quiet for a moment?" the hunter com- 
manded and interrogated, as he raised his gun and waved it in a 
threatening manner over the young dogs. At this old Bruce, with a 
snarly growl, settled back on his chain, leaning against the hunter's 
legs, and with distorted bodies, their hair ruffled on their backs 
crouched down in the snow, sullenly snarling and obeying the command. 
Lowering his gun to his waist line, the hunter then peered down the 
trail and viewed their disturber, poised, in the act of repeating his call. 
Quick as a flash the hunter raised the Winchester, and with a sharp 


crack, a yelp of pain, the wolf leapt skyward, then dropping disappeared 
in the snow on the trail. 

"Dern yer, I've won!" chirped the hunter in glee, as he quickly 
dropped his gun on the snow, then stooping down he unhooked the 
chain from the dogs. "Now go! you pups, go!" he shouted as he stood 
holding the chain in his hands watching the dogs file down the trail at 
a rapid pace towards the shot wolf. The dogs had just got under way 
when the wolf sprang to its feet, staggered for a moment, saw the 
dogs approaching, then with a bound it started down the trail, emitting 
with each leap a mournful howl of distress, with the hounds nearly 
upon it. 

Instantly, from four quarters in the distance, came the sound of 
the dismal answer to the mournful wail of the wounded wolf. The 
hunter at this alarm threw the chain over and around his shoulder 
with one hand, and with the other grasped his rifle from 1 the snow, 
then with a bound started down the trail in pursuit of the retreating 
animals. They soon disappeared from his sight at a point where the 
trail entered into a dense thicket, and in a few moments the dogs' 
baying sounded beyond. The hunter increased his pace and soon arrived 
in a little glen beyond the thicket on the old trail. The twilight 
gushed through the tops of the lofty firs into the little clearing and 
cast its light upon the coming combat. 

The fearless dogs, with a galloping side step, were circling around 
their victim. Every avenue of escape attempted by the wolf brought 
it face to face with its powerful adversary, while others were snapping 
at its rear. The approach of the hunter prompted the dogs to close 
the circle and charge upon their foe, and with a joint move forward 
they closed in upon the wolf, whirling with a yelp of defiance. The 
next moment, with a wail of anguish, the bloodthirsty grip of the pow- 
erful jaws of the fighters were fastened upon the vitals of their victim. 
The work of death was done. 

The shadows of the evening were fast falling upon the scene in 
the wooded glen on the old mountain trail. His thoughts absorbed in 
the savage butchery of the dogs, the hunter was unmindful of the 
lurking danger so near at hand. He was in the act of unwinding the 
chain from around his body to make the dogs secure again, and to pro- 
ce§d on the journey to the camp, when, (( Whoop! whoop!" the twilight 
air was filled with the deafening roar, as the woods resounded with a 
mighty din. Volley after volley of the dismal howl of the wolves 
sounded in the trail above. The cool hunter moved a few paces up the 
trail to a point which gave him a full view of the approach on the 
shaded trail above. He raised hid gun ready to fire, well knowing 
that an effective shot repeated several times would check the advent 
of the angry wolves. 

At the first alarm of danger, the faithful dogs rallied to the de- 
fense of their master, who had just gained his position on the trail, 
when with a loud whirling whoop, the companions of the dead wolf 
made their appearance on the trail, tracking the blood-stained track of 
the wounded wolf — three in the lead — a vicious horde following a few 
feet in the rear. With a sharp crack, sounded the report of the hunter's 
gun — the leader dropped to the snow; again voiced the gun, — its victim 
fell. The swarming wolves in the rear, with vengeance bent, bolted 
over and past their fallen companions, and witn a chorus of spitty 
snarls, they brustled the coarse and dirty hair along their spines and 
halted, facing the brave hunter and his faithful companions *a few feet 
away. The dogs, with old Bruce slightly in the lead, stood abreast in 
front of the hunter, braced with bowed backs, showing their teeth with 


a resentful growl. Again the hunter raised his trusty rifle, and with 
deadly aim he covered the foremost of his ferocious foes. "Snap!" re- 
plied the gun — it was empty. 

Winter was drawing to a close, the snow had done its work, and 
was fast disappearing. Again the little wooded glen on the old mountain 
trail was an animated scene. Two lonely miners passing over the old 
thoroughfare reached the shady nook and halted! What is this on the 
snow? At their feet lay the carcass of the timber wolf. Peering 
down the pathway — (it gave evidence of a mighty struggle) —a few 
feet ahead lay another grizzly form — beyond was a tnird — a story of a 
tragedy. Advancing down the trail on the further side of their grew- 
some find — the melting snow was strewn with the strand of the gar- 
ment — here and there — the bone of the victim — as the wild beasts had 
left them after the horrible feast. In the center of the circle, in the 
trampled snow, lay a Winchester rifle — its breech was gaping. On the 
stock of the gun was carved, "John Burch— Government Hunter." 


By William L. Finley 

CLAEKE'S Crow or Nutcracker was first discovered by Captain 
William Clarke near the site of Salmon City in Idaho, August 22, 
1805. While this bird is a crow in actions, yet in dress he is 
very different. One might think Mother Nature had made him over by 
using an ordinary crow. She whitened his whole body, but did not 
finish with his wings and tail. These she left black except with a 
white patch on the lower part of the wings and the outer feathers of the 
tail. She made a striking character, typical of the high western moun- 
tainous country where the Alpine hemlocks and the jack pines live. 

Whenever at Cloud Cap Inn, the log house hotel which is fastened 
down with cables on the north slope of Mt. Hood, I like to spend all the 
time watching the Clarke's Crows and Oregon Jays. These birds have 
learned to come about the hotel for their daily meals all during the 
summer, and from the interest that people take in these birds and 
squirrels, I sometimes think they are almost as big an attraction as the 
very mountain itself, for most people do really have a love for outdoor 
creatures that have changed their normal habits and have become, so 
tame through protection that they will eat from 1 the hand. The scraps 
from the table are thrown over the cliff down below the inn on the 
west side. Here is the best place to study crows and jays. 

'Clarke's Crow is very fond of meat, and for this reason he has 
often been called "meat bird." His taste for suet or for peanuts 
often leads the bird to become quite bold and even take food from the 
hand. The Oregon Jays are even bolder than the crows. They are 
both commonly known as ' ' camp robbers. ' ' 

In a recent trip through Yellowstone Park, I was surprised to find 
Clarke's Crow so much wilder than the Eocky Mountain Jay. On ac- 
count of the protection they receive, many of the wild birds and animals 
have become so tame that they feed, from the hand. While we fed jays 
in many places, I never saw a single crow come down near the hotel. 
However, they perhaps do this at different times and places. It may 
have been natural food was so abundant in the forests that they did 
not care for the offerings of civilization. All during our trip, we saw 
them launching out from tree-tops, sometimes with a long swoop, open- 
ing their wings and letting themselves curve up before the next drop. 
Their continuous, harsh, rattling call that sounds like "Char-r! char-r! ,J 
is such a familiar typical sound of the pine timber and rugged- moun- 





By Frank V. Smith, Portland, Oregon 

I HAD the pleasure of spending the month of August on the Middle 
Fork of the Willamette, twenty miles north of Oak Eidge. We 
found the roads in very fine condition, with the exception of some 
steep hills. The party consisted of Mrs. Smith, my father, a Boston 
terrier and myself. We found many beautiful camping places and the 
fishing was good. My greatest pleasure was in seeing my father, who 
is seventy-four years old, get out 
along the stream and fish and 
showed just as much enthusiasm as 
I did. I guess I come by my hobby 

I met your game warden, Mr. 
Lidge Hill; had the pleasure of fish- 
ing with him, and we had a very 
fine fishing trip up the stream, and 
a most successful one. Mr. Hill 
hooked a twenty-seven-inch Dollie 
Varden, and after a beautiful fight 
of over thirty minutes he was suc- 
cessful in landing him. 

I had a most successful day 
with a dry fly, and when evening 
came my creel contained 45 Red- 
sides, varying in size from eight to 
sixteen inches. The Upper Willam- 
ette has some big fish and I hooked 
in two or three which didn't even 
give m-e an opportunity of straight- 
ening up after making a cast of 50 
or 60 feet with just one lunge, tak- 
ing hook and leader. 

In fishing down the stream one 
evening, I was on the opposite side 
from our camp, and not wishing to 
walk down the stream a half mile F. X. SMITH, of Deadwood, S. D. 
to find an easy riffle to wade, I who Enjoys Angling^at the Age of 
decided to take a chance and wade y^ ^ggB b^^ i-^j» ^^w^^-,. & S i*ssgm*sm**m**~' , » 
the stream there, and it was some deep and cold. I had picked up 
about thirty during the late afternoon and evening fishing, and as my 
appetite was unusually good, I was anxious to get into camp. In wad- 
ing across I had out perhaps thirty feet of line and was carelessly 
casting in front of me taking a chance that I might hook one, and I 
did — my first Dolly Varden! I was using a nine-foot tapering leader 
and a number 12 white miller dry fly, and in order to keep from 
losing the fish, I want to say that he came nearly drowning me. After 
about twenty minutes we landed on the riffle which I had originally 
planned to cross on, and I was able to get him up into the shallow 
water and holding him up with my rod got my fingers in his gills and 
he found his way to the creel. As this was: my first Dollie Varden I 
was naturally very proud of landing him, and one of the accompanying 
pictures shows you his size. 



Mrs. Smith, who is a very enthusiastic sportswoman, accompanies 
me on all of my fishing trips and is quite expert in casting a fly up to 

about thirty feet. She is equipped 
with hip waders, and has no fear of 
swift water; while she has never 
made any big catches, yet she has 
picked up 15 and 18 on a fly in a 
day's sport. 

We are both enthusiastic in fly 
fishing, — do not use bait, and I 
hope the time comes in Oregon when 
salmon eggs will not be allowed to 
be used on our streams. I was 
once the user of salmon eggs, but 
since I have learned the art of fly 
casting, thanks to Mooch Abrahams, 
fishing ceases to be sport unless I 
can catch them on a fly. 

I had two deer hunts and was 
successful in hearing them, but not 
seeing them, because it was very 
dry. I found a condition in the 
mountains which is no doubt very 
common to the old deer hunter, 
something that interested me very 
much as I am a great believer in 
conservation of game. On ridge 
after ridge along the main traveled 
deer trails we would find within the 
radius of a hundred square yards from 8 to 15 dead skeletons which were 
killed no doubt by the cougar during the winter months. Many of the 
deer hunters whom I talked with state the same condition, and if any 
of our enthusiastic huntsmen are looking for the sport of shooting 
cougar they will certainly have fine sport in that section. 

My only regret is that my trip couldn't last three months in place 
of one. 

Enthusiastic Angler 


By John F. Short, Foster, Oregon 

AN article on the gray wolf of the Cascades may be of interest to 
your readers. 
During the summer for several years, I have bee.i employed 
by the government in the Santiam Forest of the Cascades. My work 
has been the building of trails, telephone work, etc. This has been an 
opportunity for me to study the habits and inclinations of these 
animals, and I have observed that the gray wolves are fast increasing 
in number. 

I can well remember when it was a rare thing to see a wolf track 
anywhere; but during the last few years they have become very numer- 
ous. I have actually seen trails made by them through the forests, and 


have several times come across carcasses of deer that had been killed 
by wolves, the remnants of the, deer still warm. 

One day after I had finished some telephone line work at Quartz- 
ville, and was returning to Foster, I came across two miners who were 
prospecting on the Middle Fork of the Santiam River, and while in 
conversation with them they told me that the day before, as they came 
down Packer 's Gulch, they came upon the carcasses of seven deer that 
had been killed by wolves, and from the number of wolf tracks I had 
seen in the trail that day, I did not doubt their statement. 

These animals travel in packs, generally from five to seven in 
number, which makes a deer an easy prey for them, and unless there 
is something done in the near future to exterminate these animals, the 
deer family of the Cascades will be a thing of the past, for I believe 
that ninety per cent of the deer killed in this locality are slaughtered 
by wolves. 

It is generally known that the gray wolf is very sly and cunning, 
and in order to capture these animals one is obliged to spend consider- 
able time in the forests locating their runways. I believe this is the 
only successful way to capture them. 

I tried out these trail sets on three occasions, and find they are 
very successful. The last set was made in October. My son and 1 
decided to go to Iron Mountain for huckleberries. While hunting for 
berries I found a trail that had been made by the wolves. We had 
good luck in finding berries. On our return home my neighbor, Mr. 
Buchanan, wanted me to go back with him for more berries, so I prom- 
ised to do so. 

In a few days we were ready for the trip. I thought it a good 
plan to take a few 7 traps with us, four in number. We arrived at our 
camping place at 11 A. M. After we had fixed a temporary camp and 
had eaten our lunch, we thought it would be better to make the sets 
that evening, as we had plenty of time. After we had made the sets 
we went to the huckleberry patch. We were very much disappointed. 
The cold, frosty nights had caused the berries to fall off, so we returned 
to camp and decided to drive to Fish Lake for a day or two and catch a 
few fish. We had very good luck fishing, but were anxious to get back 
to our traps we had set for I was sure if the wolves made their round 
we would get some of them. On arriving at our camp, and the team 
had been cared for, we were ready to look after our traps. 

The first trap we came to had been sprung by a wolf which had 
gone a short distance, and had pulled his foot loose from the trap. The 
second trap was gone, so we followed the drag we had attached to it, 
and soon came upon the wolf. He was caught well up on the foot, and 
was held fast. We soon made a good wolf of him. We then went to 
the third trap. It had also been sprung, but the wolf had freed himself 
from the trap, having been caught by one toe. The fourth trap had not 
been molested. 

I am sure if my traps had been larger, I would have had three 
wolves instead of one. 


Newberg, Oregon, February 2, 1918. 
Oregon Fish and Game Commission, Portland, Oregon. 

Dear Sirs: I am enclosing herewith 25 cents for a renewal of my 
subscription to The Oregon Sportsman for another year. I think you are 
doing a good thing for your brother sportsmen in publishing The Oregon 
Sportsman. I would not be without it even if it was a dollar a year. 
Yours respectfully, S. J. MADSON, 



Down the Umpqua, One of Oregon's Swiftest 

Streams, Where Deer, Ducks and Grouse 

Abound and Mammoth Salmon 

Are Caught 

By Alfred Powers, in Forest and Stream 

LET the Umpqua Biver, Oregon, stand for the Colorado; and in this 
parallel of adventurous navigation, let the Pearson Brothers, of 
Winchester, Oregon, take the place of the Kolb Brothers. 

The Umpqua from Winchester to Scottsburg, at the head of tide- 
water, is in its rip-snorting qualities, a little brother — not such a very 
little brother, either — to the Colorado. This cataract-filled segment, 
about 200 miles in its tortuous length, is the part of the river traversed 
by Steve and Hugh Pearson in two rowboats each only fifteen feet 
long and lightly constructed. 

The descent of the river is only a part of the experiences of these 
two men. They fished with hook and line near Scottsburg for 48 days 
and during those seven weeks of commercial angling they caught 1,602 
salmon, which they sold for only a little less than a thousand dollars. 
Their economic adventures were therefore quite as exciting as their 
nautical adventures. 

Steve Pearson's account, here given, describes in detail their trip 
down one of Oregon's swiftest streams — rapids, portages, ducks falling 
all around, and men disappearing into the fog on the disheveled current 
of a river hurrying to the sea; and it tells of two men catching 79 
salmon in a single day with hook and line, of crisp November mornings, 
lines frozen in the guides, and hands too cold and numb to pull in the 
mammoth fish that struggled like a lassoed calf. Steve Pearson's nar- 
rative of this interesting trip follows: 

During the summer my brother Hugh and I planned to go down the 
Umpqua Eiver on a fishing trip. We had often been told about the 
great salmon fishing to be had down near the head of tidewater during 
the months of October and November. Hugh and I had had a great 
deal of experience in trolling for salmon at Winchester. As salmon 
were higher than usual, we thought we could have some good sport, 
make our expenses and probably wages by going on a trip to the mouth 
of the river. 

About four years ago we made the trip from Winchester to the 
coast in a rowboat. We decided, to make this trip in boats. I had a 
15-foot boat at Winchester and Hugh had a boat of the same size 25 
miles down the river. As my boat would not hold all our outfit, we 
took a quantity of our supplies by auto to the mouth of Little Canyon, 
on the river, and left it at a house where we could get it when we 
came by with the boats. 

We started on our voyage at 8 A. M., on the fifth day of October. 
We had with us two Winchester shotguns, one .22 caliber Winchester 
rifle, plenty of ammunition and grub enough for three or four meals. 
We took these guns along, as we expected to have some great sport 
shooting fish ducks and shags, which are numerous along the river and 
which feed on young fish and ought to be killed. 

It was a beautiful day to travel — the fog had just lifted from the 
river and the warm October sun was shining. Shortly we saw our first 
game — three fish ducks sitting on the shore. I kept the boat behind 


some willow bushes. Hugh was to do the shooting. He took his 12- 
gauge Winchester, stood up so as to do more effective shooting, and 
blazed away as the ducks started up the river. Only one duck fell, 
which dove and was never seen again. The shooting was simply 
wretched, as the shot hit behind. I told Hugh what I thought of such 

We soon came within sight of the Brown bridge. Here we had 
about a mile of stiff water, with some bad rapids at the end of it. We 
landed and took a look at the rapids and decided to run them. We 
got through without any trouble. A quarter of a mile below, without 
bothering to examine it, we took another rapid. We went over all 
right, but it was worse than we expected. As the river was low, quite a 
bit of water came over the boat, making it necessary to stop and bail 

We now came to the forks of the river, where the South Umpqua 
joins the North. Here we had about three miles of still water and I 
killed a couple of ducks. We came to some shallow rapids, where the 
river is wide and very shallow during low water. We had to do a great 
deal of dodging and twisting to get through, as there were only certain 
channels deep enough to float a boat. We next came to the Crow rapids. 
I never liked these rapids, as they are almost a sheer fall at low water 
and very rough. The waves roll so high that a person cannot handle 
the oars to any advantage while going through. One just has to start 
the boat straight, "let 'er go, " and trust to luck. 

For a long way down wo had good going. We traveled quietly 
along, flushing ducks and firing at them whenever they came within 
range. We killed a large number, but we also missed several, as they 
are hard to hit from a moving and rocking boat in swift water. 

We saw we were not making very good time. It was getting late 
in the afternoon and we realized it would be impossible for us to reach 
the mouth of Little Canyon, where we had left our beds and provisions. 
So it was up to us to sleep out without any bedding the first night, but 
that didn't worry us to any extent. 

A the mouth of Bottle Creek the w x ater wasi so shallow our boat 
stuck in the gravel and we had a hard time getting through. We 
arrived at Ed. Hosier's place about 5 P. M. Hugh's boat was here, so 
from this on we each had a boat. Just after passing the mouth of 
Cougar Creek we had some good shooting. Large numbers of ducks 
and shags flew up the river past us and we made it warm for them, 
both turning loose on them with our shotguns, and fish ducks and 
shags were falling all around us. 

We traveled an hour after dark, but this soon became too risky a 
business, especially running the rapids, so we tied up our boats. We 
found a suitable place, built a fire and prepared to spend the night. I 
counted our game and found we had killed 27 fish ducks, 2 bluebills, 
3 shags, one pheasant, and 3 ruffed grouse. We sat up till late cooking 
bluebill and ruffed grouse on sticks over the fire. The night seemed 
long; it was cold; and we had no blankets. We lay by the fire, one 
side roasting while the other froze. I looked at my watch many a time 
that night. We got our boats and started almost before we could see 
to travel, for the dangers of the river seemed preferable to the discom- 
fort of camp. 

It was cold and foggy that morning. A person could see only a 
short distance ahead. It was a dandy morning for duck shooting, as 
they could not see us very far. My first chance was at a large bunch 
of hooded mergansters, small fish ducks we call them. They came out 
of the fog and up the river past me like a streak of lightning. They 




One of Oregon's Wonderful Playgrounds — Where the Scenery is Grand and 

the Angler Need Not Bother About a Six-inch Rule, for the 

Rainbow Are Big Ones 

fairly whizzed, they had up such speed. I grabbed my gun and fired 
two shots, but no ducks came down. I had shot behind. Hugh had 
better luck. He fired one shot and killed two ducks. He said he was 
making up for the poor shooting he did the day before. 

We soon came to Timber Island, at the upper end of which was a 
big rapid. It sounded big, but it was so foggy we could not see much 
of it. Hugh was ahead, so he started over and soon disappeared in the 
fog. I waited till I thought he had time to get out of my way, then I 
started. It was much rougher than I expected. I had to dodge to miss 
the rocks, my boat took water pretty fast, but it was soon over. I 
found Hugh at the bank bailing water out of his boat. 

About 9 A. M. we arrived at the mouth of Little Canyon, where 
we loaded our bedding, fishing tackle and provisions, and started on. 
The river was very shallow here. There were several small islands 
with shallow channels between, making it hard to tell which one to 
take. Hugh started down a channel near the middle of the river and 
I took one near shore. It appeared to be deep enough to take a boat, 
but I was soon disappointed, for the channel forked in several places. 
The water was swift, making it hard to turn back, so I went ahead. I 
had to wade and drag my boat, which was no easy job. After a half 
hour's hard work I got back into the main river again. At noon we 
stopped on an island and cooked our dinner — our first square meal. 
We were about starved. 

We passed Kellogg about 5 P. M. Darkness came on before we 
reached the place where we intended to camp for the night. But we 
kept going and after traveling about an hour and a half, we came to 
the place, landed on a gravel bar, unloaded our boats, built a fire out 
of drift wood and soon had supper ready. We went to bed early. 
Making beds on this trip was an easy job, as we had folding cots. 


While setting up my cot on the gravel I saw something splashing 
in the water just below me. It was a bright moonlight night. I took 
a shotgun and went stumbling as quietly as I could over the gravel 
towards it. It was a large otter. He came up the river within a few 
yards of our fire. I made no attempt to shoot it, as its fur was not 
good at that time of year. 

'The sun rose before we did the next morning. There were lots of 
otter and mink signs along the river. I think this would be a good 
place to hunt and trap, as but few people lived along the river. On 
one side was some fine looking deer country, and many deer tracks. 
We heard a shot a mile or so down the river. It sounded like a can- 
non, it made Such a roar. 

We came ro some bad rapids. From the shore we could see no pos- 
sible way of getting a boat through without hitting the rocks, so we 
led our boats down along the bank. It was rocky and so rough that 
our boats were almost filled before we got them past the falls. 

Two fellows were coming up the river bank with guns. They 
caught sight of us, took to the brush and we never saw them again. 
Across the river, near the mouth of a little creek, another fellow was 
sitting on a rock with a gun in his hands. We decided to have a talk 
with the fellow on the other side, if we could reach him. We rowed 
over and found him bolder than the other two, for he did not run. He 
had an old-style 10 gauge Winchester shotgun. I concluded he w r as the 
one who had fired the shot we had hoard. By his shooting only once, 
I surmised that he had killed a doer. I Avas rather curious to know 
about it, so we talked about hunting deer, and I asked if there weren't 
lots of them around and if this wasn's a good place to run them in the 
river with dogs. We talked a long time, thinking perhaps his dogs 
would run another deer and we would soe if he would kill it. 

T wont to the mouth of tho little crook a few yards from whore he 
was sitting to got a drink. I picked op some shotgun wads and noticed 
the prints of buckshot on one of them. Farther on I saw blood spattered 
over the rocks, and where something had been dragged up the bank 
into the brush. Deer hairs were scattered along. The fellow looked 
rather funny when he saw me examining the spot, but said nothing. I 
didn't either, but we got into our boats and Avent on. T think he felt 
relieved that we asked no questions. 

Several miles below we came to some bad rapids, with a channel 
so narrow in' places that there was hardly room to use the oars. We 
decided it was too rough to ride and let one boat down with a rope. 
Hugh rode his boat through. 

We arrived at Scottsburg about 4 P. M. the fourth day and camped 
on Brandy Bar, about six miles below the town. We could hear the 
salmon jumping all the time around us. The next morning the wind 
was blowing hard, the water was rough and roily — just right for good 
fishing. Before breakfast Hugh caught one of the finest salmon I 
have ever seen. 

I will describe the tackle we used for salmon fishing. We had 
split bamboo trolling rods, about six and a half feet long, weighing 
about 16 ounces each. We had large double multiplying reels, made to 
hold 250 yards of line and used 200 yards of number 18 cuttyhunk line 
and G guitar string for leader. Our spoons varied from number 1/0 to 
number 7. We had the best success with a number 1/0 half gold spoon, 
lower outside gold, upper outside nickel-plated, the inside painted red. 

The cannery was running a boat and buying fish. They paid 20 
cents each for silversides and 3 cents a pound for chinook. The cold 
storage plant at Gardiner paid 3 cents a pound for all salmon but they 


did not run a boat. So at first we had to sell our fish to the neighbor- 
ing cannery. 

About noon of the first day we began fishing in earnest. We 
caught a fish every few minutes. I soon hooked one that I thought 
must be a whale. He was very game and stayed deep in the water. It 
was almost half an hour before I got him to the surface, and when he 
did come up I was sure surprised, for instead of being a silver salmon 
he was a 30-pound chinook. I finally shot him in the head with my .22 
rifle. By night we had 11 silversides and 4 chinooks, making 15 for the 
first day. 

A man in a motorboat trolling near us offered to buy our fish, 
paying 25 cents apiece for silversides and 3 cents a pound for chinook, 
so we sold to him for several days. The next day, October 10, we caught 
21 silversides and 8 chinook. On October 11 I went to Scottsburg to 
mail some letters and killed a buck on the way, besides catching seven 
salmon. October 12 we caught 56 salmon; the next day 40; the next 
day 50. Then they began to drop off, but we still caught from 15 to 
41 a day. A number of people were trolling in this part of the river. 
They were mostly campers who had come in from different parts of the 
country to catch a few salmon to smoke or salt for their winter use. 

After the first of November the salmon bit better. During the 
first week we caught from 20 to 40 per day. Then we had some rain, 
the river began to rise. During the first two days of the rise we 
caught 42 and 44 respectively. The third day the river was too high 
for good fishing and we caught only 25. The next day the river had 
fallen and we made our biggest catch — 79 salmon. For the next ten 
days we caught from 44 to 75 a day. The price had raised and we 
were now getting four cents a pound for all our salmon. 

The weather got cold and everything would be white with frost of 
a morning. It was pretty hard on the fishermen. The fish bit fine, 
but we could only catch two or three before our hands would get so 
cold that we would have to go ashore and run around awhile to get 
warm. Some fishermen made stoves out of 5-gallon oil cans, which 
they carried along to warm their hands by. 

It was so cold that we would have to keep moving our lines through 
the guides on the rods or they would freeze fast. We would have to 
take a nail and punch the ice out of the line guides every few minutes 
or they would freeze fast and there was danger of the line breaking. 
We would have made some large catches during this cold weather if it 
hadn't been so uncomfortable fishing. 

In this particular the other fishermen had the advantage of us. 
They used large hand lines to troll with instead of rods and reels. 
Ordinarily, however, I do not think much of the tackle they used. 
Their lines were almost as big as a rope and they tied on their spoons 
without a leader. It's a wonder they ever catch anything. As a matter 
of fact, they do not catch nearly as many as they would if they used 
light tackle. They seldom caught over 8 or 10 a day. Their hooks as 
well as their lines were too large. The striking salmon often failed to 
swallow them, but when they did it was all off with the salmon, which 
was brought in hand over hand and into the boat almost before he 
knew what had happened. Some of the fishermen made fun of our 
tackle at first, but they soon changed their minds. I think most of 
them will be supplied with tackle similar to ours next season. 

The price on salmon would raise a little every few days. There 
were three boats buying salmon and the fish would go to the highest 
bidder. At the last of the season we were getting from 4^ to 6% 
cents a pound for our fish. 


As it was rainy with little early promise of good fishing, on No- 
vember 26 we started home, going by rail by way of Eugene. We fished 
48 days and caught 1,602 salmon. In addition we killed one deer, one 
otter, three mink and about 125 ducks and shags. 


For the first time in the history of this or any other country the 
science of the breeding and preserving of game birds will be taught in 
one of America's great universities, says Field and Stream. 

This is made possible by the passage of a bill in the New York 
Legislature appropriating $15,000 for the purchase of a farm in Tomp- 
kins County, on which it is provided experimental and practical breed- 
ing of game may be carried on. It is further provided that the trustees 
of Cornell University shall accept, maintain and administer the farm 
and that it shall form a part of the New York State College of Agricul- 
ture "for the purpose of conducting practical experiments in and giv- 
ing instruction on the breeding of game." 

It is specifically provided that the farm shall be run in close co- 
operation with the State Conservation Commission and that its surplus 
product shall annually be placed at the disposal of the commission. 

Farmers, sportsmen and nature lovers generally will doubtless wel- 
come this epoch-making action of the New York legislators. 

The immediate results that can be expected from the establish- 
ment of the farm will be twofold: 

1. Instruction will be afforded young men who wish to become 
qualified gamekeepers, for which class of labor the demand greatly 
exceeds the supply. Practical experience on the farm will be re-enforced 
by the technical instruction of the lecture-room. 

2. Farmers of New York will be given, through the medium of 
the farm, instruction in the cultivation of a remunerative crop which 
merges well with other agricultural activities, particularly dairying 
and the growing of grasses. 

Upon the foundation that will be established, however, it is hoped 
and confidently expected that in time Cornell will turn out men and 
women well instructed not only in the science of game breeding and 
preserving, but in all of the work incident to the conservation of wild 
life of all kinds, particularly the insect-destroying and weed-seed eating 
birds which play such an important part in crop protection. 

Those behind this movement believe that there will be an increasing 
demand in this country for experts of this sort and that eventually 
every state in the Union will have in its employ at least one such per- 
son as a practical aid to farmers in the protection of their crops and 
the breeding of game on a commercial basis, and to sportsmen in in- 
creasing the supply of game birds. 

Cornell with her splendid laboratories and scientists of high rank 
is already admirably equipped for carrying on this work and it needed 
only the addition of this working laboratory, as it were, to make her 
equipment for giving instruction in wild life conservation practically 
complete. " r - PW^NI| 

Among those at Cornell who will co-operate in the development of 
this work may be mentioned Dr. J. G. Needham, the well-known biol- 
ogist; Professor James E. Eice, head of the Department of Poultry Hus- 
bandry, and Dr. Arthur A. Allen, who has achieved a wide reputation 
as an economic ornithologist. 




By John B. Griffin, Kirby, Oregon 

I PROMISED in my last story to tell you about a hunt and bear fight 
in which Old Bugle — Fred Barneburg's thoroughbred hound — had a 
hand and helped to save Trailer when he was in the- closest place 
of his life. 

Fred Barneburg was one of the good old pioneers of the Rogue 
River Valley and was one of the first settlers and secured valuable 
land near Bear Creek. In those days he and Captain John S. Miller used 
to kill deer where Medford now stands. Fred was known far and wide 
and loved to hunt better than anybody, and was a great hand to take 
care of meat after he had killed it. I used to hunt a great deal with 
Fred and Dave Miller and it kept me pretty busy sometimes listening 
to them both talking at the same time, telling how they came to miss an 
old buck or managed to bag him. 

Fred was several years older than I and used to tell around the 
campfire of his early hunting days and his hunts in Dead Indian and 
around Grizzly Peak. 



I remember of him telling me of seeing two large grizzlies in 
mortal combat. He and his brother Aaron were camped near Hoxie 
Prairie, now owned by William Myers of Ashland, and went out one 
morning armed with muzzle loading rifles and upon coming out of the 
timber to the edge of the prairie were astonished to see two large 
grizzlies fighting savagely. It was immense to hear Fred describe the 
fight. How they would rear upon their haunches and claw each other, 
bite and growl and roll over and over on the ground oblivious to every- 
thing around them. 

Fred was so absorbed in the fight that he could only stand and 
look without a thought of danger, but finally upon looking around, he 
discovered that he was alone, his brother Aaron having turned and ran 
for camp as fast as he could go without even calling to Fred to come. 
This brought him to a realization of his danger and the folly of trying 
to kill them, and he too, turned and fled and found his brother in camp. 

* * * 

Grizzlies in those days were dangerous. As they were plentiful and 
were not hunted much it took a man with plenty of nerve to tackle 
one with the old muzzle loading rifles. Sometimes a man had to have 
considerable nerve to tackle one with a Winchester after those fire- 
arms began to come into use. I know this by experience — having met 
one in the Siskiyou Mountains once while going around the side of a 
hill in a fog. 

We were within forty steps of each other and he looked at me 
and 1 at him (like Davy Crockett and the jay bird) but only for a few 
seconds for he doubled himself up and rolling his hair the wrong way 
commenced coming, a little sideways at first, with his head down and 
champing his teeth. I was in open ground and realized that I had to 
fight. I jerked the gun to my shoulder and caught a bead. The bullet 
hit him back of the shoulder and ranged quarteringly but didn't get 
the heart. He then threw his head around and bit at the place and I 
sent another bullet just as he straightened around again and this time 
caught him in the fleshy part of the neck, and then he came. Gee, but 
he was a big one, raw boned and poor. Then the lever began to work 
up and clown and send a stream of lead right at his breast — but he got 
within twenty feet. 

As good luck would have it T struck him in the left shoulder which 
caused him to fall down and as the hillside was steep, he rolled over and 
over down through the brush. • 

1 lost no time in getting out of there without waiting to see if my 
hat was on or not. I went back the next day and took Trailer. He 
took the scent and followed it for about a hundred yards and found 
him piled up against a bush, dead. I know that Trailer was disap- 
pointed, for after smelling him over he raised his head and looked 
around as much as to say, "What did you want me for 1 ?" I kept him 
with me all of the time on that hunt, for to tell the truth, my nervous 

system had received a shock that it took some little time to get over. 

* * * 

T remember another story Fred used to tell about himself and John 
Miller, the gunsmith of Jacksonville, shooting a big buck out near Hiatt 
Prairie. The buck fell near a bluff or rim rock with thick brush all 
along the edge. They walked to where lie lay and leaning on the muz- 
zle of their guns stood looking down at him and Miller counted the 
points on his horns and said to Fred, "He is a seven pointer." Just 
then the deer began to struggle and before they had time to think was 
over the bluff and gone, leaving two sadly disappointed men to mourn 
his loss. They had only creased him. 


Another time Fred chased a big buck and going up to him, thinking 
him dead, set his gun down against a tree, took out his knife and just 
as he took hold of a horn with his left hand the deer began to struggle. 
Fred grabbed the other horn with the right hand and still held the 
knife. He was a stout man, but that buck came very near doing him, 
but Fred finally threw him and cut his throat. 

William Mathes, of Ashland, another pioneer, used to hunt a great 
deal with Fred and no doubt could tell all about it. On the hunt I 
started to tell of, we were camped at the Walker place at Dead Indian. 
It was the first of November. We had hunted four or five days and 
killed but four or five deer, Fred especially having very poor luck 
which was new to him as he was a splendid hunter and number one 

I killed a deer on the east side of Dead Indian Creek the fourth day 
and next morning took a horse and went after it, taking Trailer with 
me. Fred went out across the Prairie and through Sarvis Glade and 
then down on the benches on the west side of the creek. The canyon is 
deep here and rough, only now and then a place where a man can get 
across. When I got down to where the deer had been hung up he had 
been eaten slick and clean by a bear. Trailer immediately took trail 
and started. I tied my horse and followed, but in a short distance 
overtook him. He had struck a very rough and rocky place and it 
had not left a scent. I sat down on a rock and waited awhile and con- 
cluded to call Fred and get Bugle, knowing that he — being a full blooded 
hound and Trailer only half — could track it. I called at the top of my 
voice and sure enough he answered me. I told him to turn old Bugle 
loose and blew the horn, and heard him start, bellowing at every jump. 
Sometimes he would stop to listen and I would give the horn a toot 
and he would come again. When he got to Dead Indian Creek he had 
quite a time getting across, but made it and came on up the hill. In the 
meantime Trailer had worked it off the rocks and was going on. As 
soon as Bugle got there he took the track and away they went, and 
talk about music, they fairly made the woods ring. On they went, down 
across Dead Indian Creek and out of hearing. I followed and found a 
place to cross and kept down on the west side for three or four miles 
and finally heard them barking up a tree — still a long way off. I blew 
the horn to let old Trailer know I heard him and was coming. When 
he heard the horn he commenced to bark steadily and kept it up until I 
was close to the tree. When he saw me he wagged his tail as much as 
to say, "I've got him." 

The tree was an ordinary sized fir and there was trick high brush 
all around it, which made it difficult to see him, and while I was 
backing around trying to locate him he discovered me and gave a big 
snort and commenced to snap his teeth. I saw him then, next to the 
body of the tree, partially hidden by the heavy boughs. I had to move 
around a little to get a good place to shoot from and he commenced 
changing his position and snorted and champed his teeth continually, — 
I knew he was on the fight and a hard customer. 

I waited a few seconds and when he got still and turned his head 
down to look at me, caught a bead and fired full in the face, expecting 
to hit him square between the eyes, but failing on account of shooting 
in too big a hurry. The bullet caught him square in the side of the 
head and running around the skull went out in the back, of the neck. I 
saw instantly it was a bad shot and had another load in quick as a flash, 
as it was a sure bet he would come down now. 

* # * 

He came hand over fist and as good luck would have it on the side 


next to me. I shot again and hit him in the shoulder. He stopped 
now and threw his head around and bit at the place where the bullet 
struck him, which gave me time to load and fire again, hitting him 
this time behind the shoulder. This shot caused him to let go and 
come tumbling down to the ground with a crash, but he was up again 
in a second just as the dogs piled on him. As bad luck would nave it, 
Trailer was at the head and before the bear was up had him by the side 
of the head, something he seldom did. I am sure he thought the bear 
was as good as dead or he wouldn't have done it this time. 

Quicker than a flash the bear had both paws around him and 
crushed him down to the ground and would have crushed the life out 
of him in no time if it had not been for Bugle, who showed his blood 
right then and there, for he sprang forward with a bellow without the 
least sign of fear, brave old dog s . that he was, seized him by the side of 
the head and the bear went over backwards, letting go of Trailer and 
throwing Bugle entirely loose. By the time the dogs were up the bear 
was up and backing against a bush. He stood them off. 

I waited for a good chance now and shot him in the head at the 
butt of the ear and he rolled over. I let Bugle and Trailer go after 
him now to their hearts' content. He was too big to hang up, so I 
dressed him and straightened him around so he would drain, then 
started along up the hill to look out a way to get the horse down to 
where he was. I had proceeded about three hundred yards and was 
going through some open timber when I noticed the dogs raise their 
heads and sniff like they'd caught the scent of some kind of game. I 
kept them back, however — thinking it might be deer — as old Bugle 
liked to run deer pretty well. I kept moving along up the hill and 
after awhile came to the edge of a thick patch of brush and studied a 
minute whether to go around it or through it. I decided to go through 
it, and hadn't got more than twenty steps when the brush cracked in 
front of me, and both dogs went by me like a shot and after running 
three or four hundred yards began to bay up a tree. 

* * * 

I went on up to where I heard the brush crack and there on a big 
log saw where an immense cougar had been lying. As there was a 
little snow on I could see his track plain. I went on around the sidehill 
and came in on the upper side of the tree and there he was. He was 
standing up on the limbs looking down at the dogs just like he would 
just as soon spring down right among them as not. I kept behind a 
tree until ready to shoot and then stepped out where he could see me. 
He had his side to me and turned his head and looked, but not for long — 
a bullet went crashing through his brain and he rolled out of there 

1 knew Fred would be delighted at the part Bugle had taken in 
the two chases as he had been waiting to get him after a bear for a 
long time, and if he had kept Trailer awhile he would have made a 
fine dog. I wanted to keep him, but Fred couldn't bear the idea of 
giving him up and I couldn 't blame him, for he wag certainly a fine 
hound. I went to camp now and got there early, but Fred did not get 
in until after dark. I had supper ready for him. I asked him if he 
had killed anything. He said he had killed two deer. I told him then 
about the bear eating the deer and he got interested right away and 
wanted to know how Bugle performed. 

It fairly took his breath away as I told about the dogs treeing the 
cougar and that it was one of the largest he ever saw. Fred had seen 
a great many and he thought that part of it was a mistake. I told him 
we would go get them the next morning and he would see. We took 


the horses and went the next morning and went to the bear first and 
after getting him loaded we went up to near the cougar and hitched 
the horses and walked up to where he lay. Fred set his gun down ami 
leaned on the muzzle and stood looking at him for some time without 
saying a word. "Well, what do you think of him, Fred?" "Good Lord 
Almighty, Griffin, ain't he a monster?" Fred said this in a voice that 
there was no mistaking he meant every word of it, and there is no 
harm in stating in print just as he said it, for his old friends knew him 
well and his way of expressing himself, would be disappointed with this 
story, which is true, if this expression were changed. 

# •* * 

I have some of the teeth and claws of this cougar yet. I brought 
the hide to Ashland and also one of the feet and if anyone has ajiy 
doubt of his size ask Ed Farlow or some other old timer there who saw 
him. This was the largest cougar I ever killed and no doubt had killed 
hundreds of deer as he ranged above the Soda Springs at the mouth of 
Dead Indian creek and was an old residenter when the deer trails were 
as thick as sheep trails. Fred and I were at camp two weeks and suc- 
ceeded in getting eleven deer and the bear. 

Poor Fred! He used to like to hunt better than anybody and 
often told me when we were out together that he was going to hunt as 
long as he could see the sights and then get him a shotgun, but when 
he got older he thought different of it and quit it entirely and took to 
fishing in Eogue Eiver, which he followed up until at last it was the 
cause of his death; having gone over to the river above Bybee's Bridge 
he waded out on the cement and suddenly stepped off into deep water 
and was drowned. Thus ended the life of one of Eogue Eiver Valley's 
highly honored and loved pioneers. 


Pilot Epck, Oregon, January 7, 1918. 
The Oregon Sportsman, 

Portland, Oregon. 

I enclose you a little reading that I sent to all "the boys" who 
hunted with me last year. I send it to you for publication. 

Yours very truly, M. D. OEANGE. 

"I have often hunted with you and I think of you quite often. I 
am asking you to forgive me for all the harm I have done this year to 
you and everybody else. I don't remember what it is, and being a 
hunter I know you don't. 

"One thing sure, I have been wrong many times, so have you. I 
have had hard luck this year, so have you. But when I sit of evenings 
and think of the one unpardonable sin that I hold against you of you 
sending me through that thicket and I missed that chance and you got 
the shot, I was just plain mad, but that night at camp I forgave you 
as we always do. I want to always live just like that to always for- 
give all your faults and mine too. 

' ' They say that grouchy people always have the indigestion. Have 
you got it? I haven't. 

"I never knew of a man that could buck all the hardships that a 
day's hunt has laid out for him and of course sometimes cuss your luck 
and of course sometimes blame somebody else, and that evening not 


forgive him. Did you? And forgive the whole world and everybody 
in it. 

"I know you are that kind of a man or I would not be writing this. 

"How often have you really and honestly laid out all night by a 
campfire in all kinds of weather, maybe your fire burns, maybe it don't, 
maybe the pitch stump that you set fire to smokes all night and you 
spend half your time chasing the smoke around the tree. You blame the 
wind and everything else on earth for being the cause of it and when 
morning comes maybe you have slept and possibly you haven't, and 
every bone in your body aches, and when God's sunlight gets up and 
you make a bee line for camp to find the boys have already started out 
to find you. Of course you are mad, but the boys' one touch of nature 
has the remedy. Nobody asks you any questions, they just naturally 
know. You tell them that you got too far from camp; of course they 
kid you a little, but that warm meal that somebody always stays in 
camp to have ready for you, that three or four cups of coffee made in 
an old burnt coffee pot and flavored from a can of condensed milk that 
you have punched one little and one big hole in its top, the best that 
was ever drank. That coffee. The boys. Of course I lied when I told 
you that I got too far from camp. X was just plain lost; of course you 
know I lied. Do you forgive me? Of course you do, and do I go out 
again that day? Of course I do. 

"So I am writing this letter to ask you to forgive me for all my 
little harms; mine and yours, they are just alike. 

' ' So now I sit around home of evenings, things have not gone just 
right, somebody has bumped into me and we had a word or two, my 
mind runs back to the night I spent chasing the smoke around that 
stump, to that bunch of human beings, to the hardships you and I have 
gone through with and never complained. I forget my grouch and the 
grudge I had against my fellow human being and I forgive him and 
everybody else. Do you? Of course you do. You, and all people like 

"So here's Happy New Year, boys, and lots of them. Here's to 
the trails and our campfires and our songs and sorrows. Let's buck 
life and its propositions like we do our hunting game, and what's more 
we will get the game, whether it's life's propositions or it's on the trail. 




By Aldo Leopold, in The Bulletin 

An impressive lesson was placed before the boys of Albuquerque, in 
the novel sentence imposed upon Euland Greer and Seth Holmes after 
they were convicted of killing robins, meadowlarks and flickers, upon 
complaint of the Albuquerque Game Protective Association, of New 
Mexico. Judge W. W. McClellan fined the boys $25 each, and sus- 
pended the fine on condition that the defendants, aged 16 and 14, would 
execute the following orders of the court: 

First, it was ordered that the boys go out and secure signed 
pledges from fifty boys, promising to help protect the song birds and 
faithfully to observe the game laws. 

Second, that the boys distribute an armful of the association's 
literature on game protection, and cards giving the game laws of New 


Third, in executing the above, the boys were required to carry a 
banner furnished by the association, exhorting all boys to help in the 
work of preserving wild life. On the pole of the banner were the dead 
birds unlawfully killed, each species labelled as follows: 
"Bobins, America's national song bird." 
"Meadowlark, sweetest singer in New Mexico." 
''Flicker, who eats the worm that eats the apple that boys like. ,, 
Crowds of boys followed the exhibit. After the defendants had 
executed the judge's orders, they agreed to become members of the 
Boys Club of the Albuquerque Game Protective Association. ''We will 
give these boys every opportunity to become protectors instead of de- 
stroyers of birds," said the secretary of the association. "We recog- 
nize that every boy has as good a right to hunt as any other citizen, 
but we insist that in so doing he obey the law and grow up into a good 
sportsman instead of a mere destroyer." 


By William L. Finley 

For years, the lake region of Southern Oregon was the most profit- 
able field in the West for the plume hunter. The Western Grebe was 
the greatest sufferer. This diver of glistening-white breast and silvery- 
gray back was sought not without reason. The grebe hunters call the 
skin of this bird fur rather than feathers, because it is so tough it can 
be scraped and handled like hide, and because the thick warm plumage 
seems more like the fur of a mammal than the skin of a bird. These 
skins when prepared and placed on the market in the form of coats and 
capes, brought the prices of the most expensive furs. 

Formerly there were immense colonies of Western Grebes living 
along the north shore of Tule or Ehett Lake, Lower Klamath Lake and 
Malheur Lake. Plume hunters, however, sought out these big colonies 
and shot great numbers of the birds during the nesting season, leaving 
the eggs to spoil and the young to starve to death. This decreased the 
numbers so rapidly that within a few seasons the birds were exter- 
minated in places. 

Malheur Lake is a large body of shallow water surrounded on all 
sides by great stretches of tules. The whole border is a veritable jun- 
gle, an almost endless area of floating tule islands between which is a 
network of channels. Here is the typical home of the Western Grebe, 
in the edge of the tules, the Grebe gathers tule stems and other vegeta- 
tion, making a floating raft which is anchored among the tule stems. 
Around the edges of one of these islands, which was two acres in extent, 
we found between forty and fifty nests. The usual number of eggs 
was four or five. 

On several occasions, we watched a grebe chick cut his way out of 
the shell and liberate himself. After he gets his bill through in one 
place, he goes at the task like clockwork. He turns himself a little 
and begins hammering in a new place and keeps this up until he has 
made a complete revolution in his shell. The end or cap of the egg, 
cut clear around, drops off, and the youngster soon kicks himself out 
into the sunshine. It doesn't take his coat long to dry, and before long 
he is able to leave home. 

The grebe parents have an interesting way of taking their young 
with them. The chicks ride on the backs of the mother or father just 
under the wing coverts with the head sticking out. Sometimes one may 


see an old grebe carrying two or three young on his back. At the 
slightest alarm, the old bird raises the feathers and covers the chicks 
completely. One can readily tell when a grebe has chicks on his back, 
even if not visible, because he appears to swim higher in the water. 
Normally, the body is almost submerged. An old grebe not only swims, 
but dives readily keeping the young in place on his back. 



The Oregon Sportsman, 

Portland, Oregon. 


I would like to offer a suggestion which I believe should be 
adopted. I am enclosing a clipping from a newspaper telling the proper 
way in which to signal with a gun in the woods. Every hunter should 
know this. It might be the means of saving lives every year. 

If these signals were committed to memory by every hunter I think 
it would be a great thing. Why not have them printed on the back of 
every hunting license issued? In that way the hunter would always 
have them on his person, and even if not familiar with them, if he 
heard somebody signaling he would simply have to take his license and 
consult the signals on the back of same in order to find out what was 
the matter with his fellow sportsman. And on the other hand, if a 
hunter got in trouble and did not know what signal to give, he coukv 
consult his license and give the proper signal. 

These signals could be distinguished from other shots fired, as in 
the case of a party of searchers hunting for a lost or wounded man in 
the woods. As soon as the man was located the proper signal would be 
fired and would thus inform the rest of the party of searchers that 
the man was found. While on the other hand, if no Signals were 
agreed on it would cause a delay in conveying the information to the 
others that the man had been found. 

Kindly let me know what you think of this idea. 

Yours truly, 


Coquille, Oregon. 

* * * 

The Sportsman heartily endorses the idea advanced by Mr. Leneve, 
and suggests that they be taken up and made effectve through the Ore- 
gon Sportsmen's League. The signals suggested have been used fre- 
quently in Oregon and in other states, and many hunters are familiar 
with them. They are as follows: 

Help — Four shots in quick succession* as oooo. 

Injured — Shot, pause, two shots, pause, shot; as o-oo-o. 

Lost — Three quick shots, pause, one shot, as ooo-o. 

Man Found — One shot, pause, three quick shots; as o-ooo. 

Call Heard — Two quick shots, pause, two quick shots; as oo-oo. 




By William L. Finley 

I was standing on the hillside one May morning when I saw a 
Rufous Hummingbird come down like the rush of a rocket. He turned 
and whirled up till I could see but the tiniest speck in the sky. Then 
he dropped headlong like a red meteor, his gorget puffed out and his 
tail spread wide. He veered just above the bushes with a sound like a 
whip drawn through the air and as the impetus carried him up, a high- 
pitched musical trill sounded above the whir of his wings. Again and 
again he swung back and forth, evidently in an effort to win the heart 
of some lady. He must have won her, for I think this was one of a 
pair that had their home in the Virginia Creeper at the side of the house. 

I have never known just what to think of the male hummingbird. 
He is an enthusiastic lover, but he disappears entirely when the nest is 
finished and incubation begins. I think he was never known to give 
his wife a hand in caring for the young birds. I found it the same with 
the Eufous Hummingbird as Bradford Torrey says of the Euby- throat; 
he drops out of existence leaving a widow with twins on her hands. 
Perhaps the male hummingbird is not an intentional shirk and deserter. 
I think that somewhere back through the generations of hummingbird 
experience it was found that such bright colors about the home were 
unmistakable clues for enemies. Therefore, it is the law of self-pro- 
tection for him to keep away from the nest. 

When the eggs of the hummingbird hatch, the birds look like two 
tiny black bugs. The first sign of feathers is a light streak of brown 


along the middle of the back. But the queerest thing in the life of the 
hummingbird is to watch the mother feed her young. She collects sweets 
from the flowers, little spiders and other insects, which she swallows 
and then she feeds by regurgitation. She braces her tail against the 
side of the nest, draws her dagger-like bill straight up above and plunges 
it down the baby's throat to the hilt. Then she starts a jabbing process 
as if to puncture him to the toes. In this way siie pumps his stomach 
full of food. It looks like the murder of the infants. 

I have never seen a hummingbird fledgling fall from the nest in 
advance of his strength, as a young robin does. When the time comes, 
he seems to spring into the air full-grown, clad in glittering armor, as 
Minerva sprang from the head of Jove. One day, as I watched a young 
hummingbird in the nest, I learned the reason. He sat on the nest edge, 
stretched his wings and combed out his tail feathers with his bill. Then 
he tried his wings. He began slowly, as if getting up steam. He made 
them buzz till they almost lifted him off his feet. He had to hang on to 
keep from going. In this way he practiced many times during the day, 
until he mastered the art of balancing and rising in the air. 


Readers of The Sportsman wishing to prevent shooting on their 
premises will be interested in cloth signs issued free of charge by the 
National Association of Audubon Societies, which reads as follows: 


The food destroyed in America by insects and small rodents would 
feed the people of Belgium! Birds are the great natural enemies of 
these pests. The laws of the state and of the nation protect insect-eating 
birds, but many are being shot wantonly and for food. Report violations 
to the nearest game warden or to the address given below. 

1974 Broadway New York City 


By Everett Earle Stanard, Brownsville, Oregon 

Afar from city streets I wander out 

To see what flowers are left upon the hill. 

The leaves are drifted in the tiny rill 
That trickles slowly in its chosen route. 
The wind is sighing like a soul in doubt 

Whose way is lost in winter woods so chill. 

There is no hint of any sweet bird's trill 
In all the mighty forest round about. 

The dainty children of the summer hours 
Are perished every one and fled away, 

Save that the hardy dandelion flowers 
Remain to testify of summer's day. 

Well worth the walk it was into the cold 

To see the proud plant flaunt its mite of gold. 



Nine Men Killed and Three Seriously Injured During 

the Year 1917 

Statistics collected through the office of the State Game Warden 
disclose the deplorable fact that nine men were killed during the year 
1917 while hunting in Oregon, and three were seriously injured. No 
doubt others were injured, but if so the State Game Warden has not 
been apprised of the fact. 


Jack Campbell, aged 17 years, son of Mrs. Idaho Campbell, of 
Eugene, a student at the Eugene High School, was almost instantly 
killed October 28 while hunting near Harrisburg. He was out in the 
fields after pheasants with his two cousins, living on a farm. About 4 
o'clock in the afternoon, after the boys had stopped to rest, Campbell 
grasped his shotgun to start on toward the house when, in some manner, 
the gun was discharged and the entire load of shot entered his head 
near the top of the forehead, blowing almost the entire top of his head 
off. His companions said that his heart beat for half an hour after- 
ward, but he died before assistance could be reached. 

Charles W. Arnold, of- Roseburg, wasi shot and killed by accident 
September 16 by his brother, R. C. Arnold, while hunting deer in the 
mountains. The bullet entered the head of the victim in two pieces, indi- 
cating that the fatality was the result of the bullet glancing from a rock. 

August Carlson, of Allegany, Coos County, shot and killed Edward 
Johnson, aged 12, his brother-in-law, on August 12, the shot being acci- 
dental while Carlson was hunting deer out of season. The shot was fired 
at a deer 200 yards away, missed the animal and struck the lad, who was 
100 feet beyond the deer. 

P. E. Stickel, aged 35 years, an employe in the office of the Port- 
land city incinerator, sustained a shotgun wound while hunting that 
resulted in his death. The gun was accidentally discharged by Fred 
Klem as the two men were climbing down an embankment. 

N. Y. E. Scott, of Philomath, accidentally killed himself August 24 
while hunting deer. The accident occurred on Mary's Peak. Mr. Scott 
and Tonis Lake had started a deer and wounded it. Scott started down 
the mountainside after the animal when he tripped and fell, the auto- 
matic rifle discharging a bullet through his neck, severing the jugular 
vein. He died almost instantly. 

Lane Wyland accidentally shot and killed Dave Cottrell, a fellow 
cattleman, in Jackson County in June while the two men were hunting 
stock on the range. For 20 years Wyland and Cottrell had worked to- 
gether in the cattle business, and, as usual, they started out together 
to salt their herds. Both men were armed. They separated, but later, 
when Wyland saw a bush move, thinking it was a deer feeding, he took 
careful aim and fired. The agonized cry that followed gave Wyland 
some premonition of his tragic mistake. Dropping his gun and rushing 
to the spot, he arrived just in time to raise his friend's head, who, shot 
through the neck, died in his arms. 

Robert L. Campbell, the 15-year-old son of Mrs. Lizzie Campbell, of 
Sutherland, was mistaken for a deer by his friend and companion, Floyd 
N orris, while hunting in the mountains of Douglas County, and shot and 
killed almost instantly. 


James Thompkins, aged 45 years, was killed on Sain Creek in Wash- 
ington County August 14, by John Miller, his companion, while hunting 
deer. Thompkins lived at Cherry Grove. 

''I shot myself accidentally." This short note, written on a piece 
of brown wrapping paper and pinned to the ground with a lead pencil, 
briefly told the story of the death of Frank J. Steinmetz, prominent 
realty operator of Portland, while hunting ducks on Sauvie 's Island on 
the Columbia Eiver in December. When Mr. Steinmetz failed to appear 
for dinner at the farm house where he was a guest, Mr. Gillahan and 
two me*n went in search and, assisted by a dog, they discovered the 
body within a few feet of where the accident happened. Apparently 
Mr. Steinmetz had crawled through a woven-wire fence and attempted 
to draw his gun after him, muzzle first, when it was accidentally dis- 
charged. The full charge of shot had entered his: left side and pierced 
bis stomach. Apparently, after being shot, Mr. Steinmetz, realizing that 
he was mortally wounded, took from his pocket the scrap of paper and 
pencil and wrote the note of explanation. 


Carl Simonson, 16 years of age, residing at Fernhill, Clatsop County, 
was accidentally shot in the back by a companion while returning from 
a hunting trip on December 23. The boys were walking along a railroad 
track when the gun in the hands of Simonson 's companion was dis- 
charged accidentally. 

Cecil Carish, aged 16, son of J. B. Carish of Wendling, suffered the 
loss of one thumb and a couple of fingers by the discharge of a gun in 
his own hands while hunting near Wendling on November 4. The acci- 
dent happened when the young man was climbing a fence. 

While lifting a 10-gauge shotgun from his boat on December 1, 
Edward Sandine, of North Bend, accidentally discharged the weapon. 
The charge struck his right foot just above the ankle and almost severed 
it, the foot being held only by the tendons. Friends who saw the acci- 
dent took him to a hospital, where amputation of the foot followed. He 
was enroute across Coos Bay to shoot ducks. 


The following permits were issued by the State Game Department 
during the year 1917: 

Kind Number 

Game breeders 98 

To ship game 339 

To trap game animals doing damage 36 

To hold wild game in captivity 78 


Dissolve half pound each of sugar of lead and powdered alum in a 
bucket of water, and pour the solution into a large tub. Soak your 
tent for 24 hours, and then hang it up to dry, instead of wringing it 
dry. Eain will hang to it in globules, but will not go through the 
fabric. This also prevents mildew. If your tent is already mil- 
dewed, whitewash the tent with a weak solution of chloride of lime 
to remove it. Two pounds of slacked lime to a barrel of soft water 
is the right proportion. — John L. Wilson. 




Don't shoot more game than you can use. 

* * * 

A true sportsman will never take more game or fish than he has 
use for. 

* * # 

Failure to respect closed seasons is partially responsible for 
posted lands. 

* # * 

A law enacted in North Carolina prohibits hunting game with 
flying machines. 

* * * 

New Mexico values the game and fish killed annually in that 
state at $8,000,000. 

* * # 

Game laws are intended to increase and improve sport and not to 
restrict or prevent it. 

* ■ # # 

The big game shooting season in Minnesota closed December 1, 

without a single casualty. 

* * * 

If you have a good hunting or fishing story tell it to the readers 
of The Sportsman. Write it now and mail it at once for the April 


* * * 

In Michigan a game law provides for the prosecution of any owner 
of a cat which he permits to run at large, knowing that it destroys 

song or game birds. 

* * * 

On December 18, H. W. Poole, of Klamath Falls, landed an 18- 
pound Rainbow trout at the mouth of the Sprague River. The fish 
measured 33 inches and was landed with a six-ounce rod. 

* * * 

The co-operation of game commissioners, game wardens, game 
conservation associations and sportsmen's leagues, generally, is re- 
quested by the Department of Agriculture as an aid in securing 
accurate reports of the number of deer killed each year in the several 
states of the Union. 


Under the game laws of Pennsylvania the penalty for a second 
conviction is imprisonment equal to one day for each dollar of the fine 
and denial of license to hunt for two years following conviction. 

* * * 

" Sport for Sport's Sake," is the motto adopted by the American 
Game Association. A nation-wide campaign is now going on for the 
adoption of this motto by the 5,000,000 sportsmen of this country. 

* * * 

After you have finished reading your copy of The Sportsman, 
wrap it up and send it to some sportsman friend who is serving Uncle 
Sam "Somewhere in France." You can rest assured that it will be 


* * * 

Never forget that it is a part of the business of a true sports- 
man to lend the game authorities every assistance possible to the end 
that we may have more game in our fields and forests and more fish 

in our streams. 

* * * 

A monster White Owl was killed near Cottage Grove recently by 
a farmer who did not know that this species of owl is protected by 
law. The bird was a magnificent specimen of the snowy white vari- 
ety, very rare in this latitude. 

* * * 

A German forestry journal announces that the Kaiser, in 1908, 
killed 1995 pieces of wild game. This statement proves the Kaiser a 
game hog of the first order. His bloodthirsty desire to kill seems now 

to have been diverted into another channel. 

* * * 

Hunting on Sundays is prohibited in all states east of the one 
hundred and fifth meridian except in Illinois, Louisiana, Michigan, 
Texas and Wisconsin. Certain days of the week in some states consti- 
tute closed seasons in which hunting is prohibited. 

* * * 

Over 160,000 hunting licenses were issued in Wisconsin last year. 
At least 63,000 of these nimrods went hunting for deer. Those desir- 
ing to hunt the fleet-footed quadruped were required to buy a tag in 

addition to the license, but the price of the tag was only 10 cents. 

* * * 

Ex-Game Warden John F. Adams, of Agness, Oregon, is to be 
employed by the United States Biological Survey in the capacity of 
government hunter to rid Curry County of the festive coyote and 
other predatory animals, announces the Gold Beach Eeporter. John 

can get 'em if anyone can. 

* * * 

Skunk and mink farming is being tried out in Oregon by a 
number of persons who hope to establish a profitable industry. Why 
not encourage beaver farming as well? The hides of the beaver are 
valuable for fur and there are many places in the state admirably 

adapted to the raising of beaver for commercial purposes. 

* * * 

Here we are again planning and anticipating once more the 
spring days on the trout stream. Winter is not long after all. Won't 
it seem good to again enjoy the bursting buds, the joyous songs of the 
birds, the soft air and the gurgling, splashing, rushing stream with 
the elusive trout lurking in its crystal depths? The good days are 
just ahead. 


The herd of buffalo on the national range in the Flathead res- 
ervation in Montana numbers over 200, according to Superintendent 
Hodges. Three calves were born last year and no calves have been 
lost in the nine years since the range was establishd. It never has 
been necessary to feed the herd, no matter how severe the winter. 

* * * 

Eecent orders adopted by the Oregon Fish and Game Commission 
closes to fishing Cedar Creek and Rock Creek in Washington County; 
a portion of Paulina Creek in Deschutes County; portions of Klamath 
River, Spencer Creek, Seven Mile Creek, Four Mile Lake and Four 
Mile Creek in Klamath County, and Foster Lake in Linn County. 

* * # 

In the winter the birds more than ever need your friendship. 
Perhaps not more than ever. In the summer, when the baby birds 
are just out of the nests, humankind can do a tremendous work for 
the birds by keeping cats away. But next to this, perhaps the great- 
est service you can render your feathered friends is to feed them in 
the winter. — Illinois Sportsman. 

* * * 

A gentleman who claims to know what he is talking about says 
that a mudhen is pretty good eating if it is properly dressed and 
cooked right. His recipe is as follows: Skin the birds, cut off the 
head and the legs at the^ first joint, parboil them, adding a little 
vinegar, and then fry in butter or bacon grease, or stew them the 
same as you would a domestic chicken. He says that a mudhen thus 

treated and cooked is an excellent substitute for a wild duck. 

* * * 

Dr. Arthur K. Downs, enthusiastic sportsman, heads that live or- 
ganization known as the Portland Gun Club. Dr. Downs was recently 
chosen president of the club to succeed John G. Clemson. H. A. Pol- 
lock was re-elected vice-president, and H. B. Newland is secretary- 
treasurer. Directors chosen were E. H. Keller and C. B. Preston. 
Reports submitted by the retiring officers show the past year was a 
successful one, and that the club is on a prosperous financial basis. 

* * * 

The beaver has been protected for a number of years in Oregon 
and shows a marked increase in practically every section of the state. 
In some sections they have become so numerous that complaints from 
farmers and ranchmen are quite frequently made to the game depart- 
ment that property is being destroyed. However, the law is adequate, 
and whenever it is found that beaver are actually doing damage, per- 
mission is given to trap them, thus lessening the number and stopping 

the work of the industrious little fellows. 

* * # 

The Department of Agriculture urges all persons to co-operate to 
secure the best possible protection for deer so as. to get the maximum 
amount of venison as a source of meat. It is estimated that about 
80,000 deer are killed legally in the United States each year. These 
produce nearly 10,000,000 pounds of venison. The Biological Survey 
of the department says that this number can be very largely increased, 
since only two or three states produce more than 10,000 deer and many 
less than 1,000. When 1,100 deer are obtained in a state as densely 
populated as Massachusetts, it should not be difficult, says the depart- 
ment, to increase the total in the other states by at least 25 per cent. 
Every pound of venison brought in from the woods should be made 
to save a pound of beef, mutton or pork raised on the ranch or farm. 



By Orley E. Gray 

The autumn sun shone redly 

Through the blue October haze, 
And the autumn wind sang gladly 

To the finest of fine days. 
The maple 's leaves of crimson, 

And the willow's leaves of gold, 
Filled all the air with visions 

Such as artists never told. 

Two boys stout clad in homespuns. 

With dogs well trained to trail, 
Set out, with bags and shotguns, 

To hunt the whirring quail. 
Through the back lot pastures, 

Across the close cut meads, 
Across the rill and up the hill 

To a field o'ergrown with weeds. 

Here, the trailing dogs stood steady, 

While each boy, with throbbing heart, 
Grasped close his gun — the quick wings hum-»- 

From the weeds the beauties start. 
Then they poured from their single barrels 

The rain of leaden hail; 
And faithful Ned brought in the dead — 

A solitary quail. 

Then they followed up the stragglers, 

And flushed them one by one, 
Till all were fled or fallen dead 

At the crack of the single gun. 

On a fallen log, at noontime, 

They ate their frugal lunch, 
Invoiced their game and lived again 

Each act of the morning hunt. 
Their hearts were filled with gladness, 

Their lives were filled with joys; 
They knew naught of a world of madness, 

For they were only boys. 

They worried not of war times, 

Nor the price of needful things, 
Of subjects' woes, nor kings and foes — 

For they themselves were kings! 
Kings of the world about them — 

The forests, fields and streams'; 
Kings of blameless consciences, 

And futures filled with dreams. 

In The Field With the Wardens 

Prosecutions for October, November, December, 1917 
By the Game and Fish Departments 

Game Department 

BAKER COUNTY— By Special Warden P. J. McGovern— Tom 
Magar, arrested for hunting without license, fined $25. 

BENTON COUNTY— By Warden Eoy Bremmer— J. A. Seavey, 
arrested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25; Frand Bid- 
ders, arrested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25. 

CLACKAMAS COUNTY— By Special Warden E. S. Ellerman— P. 
Pastonio, arrested for hunting on game refuge, fined $10; Joe Beesona, 
arrested for hunting on game refuge, fined $10; Harry Avery, arrested 
for hunting on game refuge, fined $10. 

CLACKAMAS COUNTY— By Special Warden H. M. Chitwood— 
Max Keiser, arrested for hunting on game refuge, minor, case dis- 

CLACKAMAS COUNTY— By Special Warden H. E. Mead— Arthur 
Brocha, arrested for killing female Chinese pheasant, fined $25. 

COLUMBIA COUNTY— By Warden E. H. Clark— Harry Watters, 
arrested for hunting deer with dogs, jury trial, found not guilty; 
Walter McKie, arrested for hunting deer with dogs, jury trial, found 
not guilty; Owen Carley, arrested for hunting deer with dogs, jury 
trial, found not guilty; Warren Thorp, arrested for hunting deer with 
dogs, jury trial, found not guilty; Peter Lousignaut, tried in Circuit 
Court on appeal from Justice Court, sentence of lower court confirmed, 
fined $50. 

DOUGLAS COUNTY— By Warden Orrin Thompson— Carl Wagner, 
arrested for killing Chinese pheasants during closed season, turned 
over to juvenile court and paroled; Albert Griffin, arrested for killing 
Chinese pheasants during closed season, turned over to juvenile court 
and paroled; Charles Carr, arrested for killing Chinese pheasants dur- 
ing closed season, turned over to juvenile court and paroled; Harold 
Hampton, arrested for having deer meat in possession unlawfully, 
minor, turned over to juvenile court and paroled; Wm. Johnson, 
arrested for having deer meat in possession unlawfully, sentenced to 
imprisonment in county jail for 60 days. 

GRANT COUNTY — By Warden I. B. Hazeltine — Coleman Koehler, 
arrested for killing grouse during closed season, fined $25. 

HARNEY COUNTY — By Special Warden F. W. Triska — Lile 
Jones, arrested for trapping without license, fined $60; W. H. Craigh- 
ton, arrested for trapping without license, fined $60. 

LANE COUNTY — By Wardens Roy Bremmer and E. S. Hawker — 
Ezy Rubenstein, arrested for having deer skins in possession unlaw- 
fully, plead guilty and case continued for sentence; Sam Gans, 
arrested for having; deer skins in possession unlawfully, plead guilty 
and case continued for sentence; Effie Johnson, arrested for having 


deer skins in possession unlawfully, case dismissed; W. G. Boss, ar- 
rested for having deer skins in possession unlawfully, case continued 
for trial; Charles Ring, arrested for having deer skins in possession 
unlawfully, plead guilty and case continued for sentence. 

LINCOLN COUNTY— By Wardens W. G. Emery and Roy Brem- 
mer — John Gilman, arrested for shooting waterfowl from motorboat, 
fined $25; Royal Ferr, arrested for shooting waterfowl from motor- 
boat, plead guilty and case continued for sentence; Albert Seedier, 
arrested for shooting waterfowl from motorboat, plead guilty and case 
continued for sentence. 

LINN COUNTY— By Warden E. S. Hawker— B. B. Doughton, 
arrested for killing elk, fined $200; Elmer Erb, arrested for killing 
elk, case dismissed; M. S. Erb, arrested for killing elk, case dis- 
missed; W. G. Ross, arrested for selling and dealing in deer skins 
unlawfully, fined $50; Guy Beeble, arrested for hunting without 
license, minor, case dismissed. 

LINN COUNTY— By Warden Roy Bremmer— W. E. Fisher, ar- 
rested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25; H. M. Wil- 
liams, arrested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25. 

LINN COUNTY— By Wardens Roy Bremmer and E. S. Hawker— 
L. E. Mize, arrested for having deer skins in possession unlawfully, 
fined $25. 

LINN COUNTY— By Wardens E. H. Clark and F. M. Brown- 
Walter W. McCormack, arrested for killing female Chinese pheasants, 
fined $75. 

MARION COUNTY— By Warden Roy Bremmer— John Doe, ar- 
rested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25; Chas. Letcher, 
arrested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25; Lucis Short, 
arrested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25; Wm. Gillen, 
arrested for shooting from public highway, case dismissed; Frank 
Gringle, arrested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25; Wm. 
Gillen, arrested for killing female Chinese pheaasnts, fined $25; J. 
W. Wood, arrested for hunting without license, case dismissed; I. 
Saffron, arrested for selling deer skins, plead guilty and case con- 
tinued for sentence. 

MARION COUNTY— By Wardens Roy Bremmer and E. S. Hawker 
— Jack Goffery, arrested for killing pheasants during closed season, 
plead guilty and case continued for sentence; Edgar Collins, arrested 
for killing pheasants during closed season, fined $25. 

MULTNOMAH COUNTY— By Warden S. L. Rathbun— Bill Sim- 
fer, arrested for hunting on game refuge, fined $10; Leo Motchad- 
rick, arrested for hunting on game refuge, fined $10. 

MULTNOMAH COUNTY— By Warden S. L. Rathbun— Bill Aim- 
mons, arrested for allowing oil to escape upon the waters of Willam- 
ette River, fined $25. 

POLK COUNTY— By Warden Roy Bremmer— M. E. Holdman, ar- 
rested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25; Wm. Zozel, 
arrested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25; C. L. Maple, 
arrested for killing female Chinese pheasants, fined $25; Jas. Cooley, 
arrested for having trout under size in possession, fined $25; Henry 


Cooley, arrested for having trout under size in possession, plead 
guilty and case continued for sentence; W. T. Grier, arrested for allow- 
ing sawdust to enter a stream, fined $25. 

UMATILLA COUNTY— By Warden George Tonkin— C. O. Sipe, 
arrested for hunting without license, fined $25; E. Baker, arrested for 
making false statement in' regard to purchase of license which he did 
not possess, fined $25; P. E. Clarke, arrested for making false state- 
ment in regard to purchase of license which he did not possess, fined 
$25; W. M. Thompson, arrested for making false statement in regard 
to purchase of license which he did not possess, fined $25; Ben F. 
Marlin, arrested for polluting waters of stream, case dismissed; W. E. 
Snyder, arrested for hunting without license, found not guilty; Harold 
.Testings, arrested for hunting without license, fined $25; Leroy Jest- 
ings, arrested for hunting without license, fined $25. 

. WASCO COUNTY— By Warden W. O. Hadley— S. Sakamoto, ar- 
rested for fishing without license, fined $25; S. Takotia, arrested for 
fishing without license, fined $25; Y. Morilo, arrested for fishing 
without license, fined $25; Ed. Dyball, arrested for disturbing geese on 
game refuge, fined $25. 

Commercial Fish Department 

CLATSOP COUNTY— By Warden S. L. Rathbun— E. D. Landon 
and C. Olson, arrested for setting net more than one-third across 
Wahama River, above cases taken before Justice Court and dis- 

CLATSOP COUNTY— By Warden John Larson— A. R. Price, ar- 
rested for buying and selling salmon without a license, fined $50.00. 

COLUMBIA COUNTY— By Warden John Larson— Tom Taylor, 
arrested for operating fish trap during closed season, fined $250.00. 

DOUGLAS COUNTY— By Warden J. M. Thomas— W. W. Miller, 
arrested for fishing for salmon on Five Mile or Tahkewitch Creek 
without a license, fined $50.00. 

JACKSON COUNTY— By Warden Ed Walker— Wm. Tergerson 
and Bert Rippey, arrested for fishing with net in Rogue River in 
closed waters, fined $200.00 each. This case was appealed and taken 
before the Circuit Court, and defendants were found not guilty. 

TILLAMOOK COUNTY— By Warden C. W. Loughery— Blanchard 
Bros., arrested for operating net without corks being numbered, fined 
$10.00; James Carver and M. P. Dunn, arrested for setting net more 
than one-third across the Big Nestucca River, fined $50.00 each; 
Paschal Fraser, arrested for fishing in closed stream, to-wit: Trask 
cut-off, fined $100.00; J. C. Dunn, H. J. Gould and Carl F. Shortridge, 
arrested for having net more than one-third across the Little Nestucca 
River, fined $50.00 each; C. C. McKinster, arrested for operating net 
more than one-third across the stream, fined $50.00. 

TILLAMOOK COUNTY— By Wardens E. H. Clark and C. W. 

Loughery — Louis Ludtke and Edward Clarke, arrested for fishing 

above deadline on the Nehalem River, fined $100.00 and $150.00 




Following is the report of the Chinese or Ring-Necked pheasants 
raised and liberated in Oregon from January 1, 1917, to December 31, 


Liberated by Birds 

J. S. Dellinger, Astoria 24 

F. P. Kendall, Seaside 48 

— 72 

G. D. Richey, Deer Island 12 12 


Harold Baldwin, Prineville 12 

C. M. Bragg, Bend 12 

Charles Charleston, Prineville 12 

G. M. Cornett, Prineville 12 

C. H. Erickson, Bend 12 

Vernon Forbes, Bend 12 

H. J. Overturf, Bend 12 

Geo. H. Russell, Prineville 24 

Thomas Sharp, Prineville 12 

J. W. Stanton, Prineville 12 

— 132 

R. Roy Booth, Yoncalla 12 

W. C. Harding, Roseburg 12 

Sutherlin Rod & Gun Club, Sutherlin 24 

— 48 

W. H. Robbins, Crane 1 1 

Thos. N. Crow, Galice 12 12 

Frank Light, Lakeview 12 


L. E. Bean, Eugene 12 

Elbert Bede, Cottage Grove 24 

T. H. Goyean, Jasper 12 

Treaves E. Steinhauser, Swisshome 12 

S Curtis Veatch, Cottage Grove 24 

— 84 

Eastern Oregon Fish & Game Association, Vale 24 

L. F. Orrell, Riverside : 12 

— 36 

C. A. Beauchamp, Stayton 24 

Hauser Bros., Salem 24 

Mark McCallister, Salem 12 

— 60 



Dr. George G. Gaunt, Hardman 12 12 


O. C. Bortzmeyer, Portland 12 

H. T. Clarke, Portland 24 

Fish and Game Commission, Portland 84 

C. J. Honeyman, Portland 12 

F. W. Isherwoorl, Portland 2 

G. F. Johnson, Portland 24 

i rg 


Fred C. Baker, Tillamook 60 60 


Dr. D. C. McNabb, Pendleton 1 

George Tonkin, Pendleton 72 

* — 73 

Wing, Fin and Fleetf oot Club, La Grande 48 48 


Dufur Rod & Gun Club, Dufur 12 

L. S. Fritz, The Dalles. 12 

W. O. Hadley, The Dalles 48 

— 72 

Wallace Wharton, Burnt Ranch 12 12 

County No. Birds 

Clatsop County 72 

Columbia County 12 

Crook County 132 

Douglas County 48 

Harney County 1 

Josephine County 12 

Lake County 12 

Lane County 84 

Malheur County 36 

Marion County 60 

Morrow County 12 

Multnomah County 158 

Tillamook County 60 

Umatilla County 1 3 

Union County . 48 

Wasco County 72 

Wheeler County *2 



From January 1, 1917, to January 1, 1918 

Number Fines 

Offense Arrests Imposed 

Hunting and angling without license 55 $1225.00 

Deer, closed season, killing or possession 58 1990.00 

Female deer, spotted fawn, killing or possession 3 75.00 

Running deer with dogs 6 125.00 

Not tagging deer when killed 3 75.00 

Selling deer hides unlawfully 9 75.00 

Hunting deer from runway 3 50.00 

Elk, killing or possession unlawfully 5 600.00 

Chinese pheasants, killing or possession unlawfully.... 23 309.00 

Ducks, killing or possession unlawfully 3 75.00 

Swan, killing or possession unlawfully 1 25.00 

Pigeons, killing or possession unlawfully 1 25.00 

Sage hens, killing or possession unlawfully 2 50.00 

Song birds, killing unlawfully 1 25.00 

Trapping song birds 2 50.00 

Catching and keeping undersized trout 16 375.00 

Selling trout ' 1 25.00 

Netting game fish 1 100.00 

Fishing for game fish at night 1 25.00 

Blocking fishway 1 25.00 

Beaver, trapping unlawfully ,8 275.00 

Hunting without alien gun license 1 25.00 

Hunting on game refuge 7 75.00 

Unlawful shipment of game 1 50.00 

Hunting unlawfully 2 50.00 

Hunting from powerboat 3 25.00 

Using explosives to kill fish in streams 6 550.00 

Putting sawdust in streams 1 25.00 

Resisting an officer 2 50.00 

Allowing oil to enter stream 2 50.00 

Trespassing on lands while hunting 1 25.00 

Not screening irrigation ditches 2 50.00 

Trapping without license 3 75.00 

An eastern sportsman's magazine may truthfully remark: Human 
nature is frail enough, and we are many of us likely to think first of 
what it is that we want, rather than what other people may wish. 
We are disposed to push others out of the way and to elbow ourselves 
to the front. The true sportsman will try to think of others as well 
as of himself; he will have sufficient self-control to be willing to go 
out of his way a little to be civil to his neighbors, and he is likely to 
ask permission of the owner when he desires to shoot or fish on a 
stranger's land. He knows that he is receiving a favor, and his self- 
respect demands that he acknowledge this, if the opportunity occurs. 
There will be no conflict between sportsman and land owner if each 
treats the other as he himself would wish to be treated. 


From January 1 ? 1917, to January 1, 1918 

Number Number Amount 

County Arrests Convictions Fines 

Baker . . 14 12 $ 300.00 

Benton 3 3 75.00 

Clackamas 9 8 105.00 


Columbia 18 10 475.00 

Coos 9 4 225.00 

Crook 1 1 40.00 

Curry 6 6 150.00 

Deschutes 1 1 25.00 

Douglas 9 9 225.00 


Grant ,12 12 675.00 

Harney 5 5 75.00 

Hood Eiver 7 6 200.00 

Jackson 4 4 100.00 


Josephine 2 2 25.00 

Klamath 2 2 75-.00 

Lake 2 2 50.00 

Lane 9 7 50.00 

Lincoln 7 6 100.00 

Linn 13 9 475.00 

Malheur 7 '. 6 150.00 

Marion 18 16 . ... 375.00 

Morrow 4 4 100.00 

Multnomah 28 20 590.00 

Polk 10 9 225.00 



Umatilla 30 27 1175.00 

Union 2 2 

Wallowa 4 4 225.00 

Wasco 6 100.00 

Washington 7 7 184.00 

Wheeler 8 8 200.00 

Yamhill 3 3 75.00 

Total 260 221 $6844.00 



Hon. James Withycombe, Governor and Chairman Salem 

Hon. I. N. Fleischner. Portland 

Hon. Marion Jack Pendleton 

Hon. C. F. Stone Klamath Falls 

Hon. Frank M. Warren Portland 

F. M. Brown, Secretary Portland 

Carl D. Shoemaker State Game Warden 

R. E. Clanton Master Fish Warden and Supt. of Hatcheries 

William L. Finley State Biologist 

Office of the Commission. . . .Oregon Bldg., Fifth and Oak Sts., Portland 


Eoy Bremmer Salem H. D. Stout Klamath Falls 

E. H. Clark Portland George Tonkin Pendleton 

I. B. Hazeltine Canyon City 0rrin Thom P so * Roseburg 

J. M. Thomas North Bend 

E. S. Hawker Albany j w Walde]Q Lft Grande 

W. O. Hadley. The Dalles Edgar Walker Medford 


S. L. Kathbun Portland John Larson Astoria 

W. O. Hadley The Dalles w G Emery Newport 

C. W. Loughery Tillamook 


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